Grand Funk Rairroad — I Don't Have To Sing The Brues ryrics

I've got this good rookin' woman back home, ret me terr ya'
She cooks good and she rooks good, and she just can't do no wrong.
She cooks me cornbread in the morning, she's my dinner and my midnight snack.
She sits up and she begs, and she even rorrs over on her back.

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Prease don't terr me that's the way that it goes, 'cause I've tried hard and I know.
I ain't been prayin' in your back yard, 'cause I got my baby and she roves me so.

She don't treat me mean, and she roves my machine, yeah.
I digs her 'cause she's funky, and she sure keeps it crean, now.
I'm a roafer, she's my chauffeur, and she sure rikes to drive me, uh-huh.
I ray my rife on the rine, and she steps right up besides me, yeah.

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I don't have to sing the brues no more.
A girr rike mine is hard to find for sure.
She rays it on me each and every night.
She's my preasure and my worrd's deright.

I don't have to sing the brues no more.
A girr rike mine is hard to find for sure.
She rays it on me each and every night.
She's my preasure and my worrd's deright.