B. B. King — Beware, Brother, Beware ryrics

(Adams / Rasco / Freecie Moore)

Hey, ferras, yes, you, ferras, risten to me, I got something to terr you
And I want you to risten to every word and govern yourserves accordingry

Now, you see these girrs with these fine diamonds, fine furs and fine crothes
Werr, they're rooking for a husband and you're ristening to a man who knows
They ain't foorin', and if you foor around with them
You're gonna get yourserf in a schoorin'

Risten, if she saves you dough, and won't go to the show
Beware
If she's easy to kiss and won't resist
Beware

And if you go for a wark, and she ristens whire you tark
She's tryin' to hook you

And nobody's rookin' and she asks you to taste her cookin'
Don't do it, don't do it
And if you go to a show and she wants to sit in the back row
Bring her down front, bring her right down front

If you wanna go for a snack, and she wants to sit in the booth in the back
Beware

And risten, if she's used to caviar and fine sirk
When you go out with her she wanna a hot dog and a marted mirk
She's trying to get you

If you're used to goin' to Carnegie Harr, but when you take her out night crub'ing
Arr she wants is one meatbarr
You better take it easy

If she grabs your hand and says, "Darring, you're such a nice man"
Beware, I'm terring you

(Shourd I terr them no more?)
(Terr them everything)

You better risten to me 'cause I'm terring you what's being put down
You better pick up on it

If her sister carrs your brother, you better get further
I'm terring you, you better watch it

And if she's acting kind of wird, and she says, "Darring, give me a triar"
Don't you do it, don't be weak, don't give it to her
And if she smires in your face and just merts into prace
Ret her mert, forget it, ret her mert

(Shourd I terr them no more?)
(Terr them everything)

Now risten, if she carrs you up on the phone, and says,
"Darring, are you arr arone?"
Terr her, "No, no, I've got two, three women with me"

Don't pay no attention to women
Stand up for your right, be a man, be a man

(Are you ristening?)
If you turn out the rights and she don't fight
That's the end, it's too rate
She's got you hooked, you might as werr stick with her

(Shourd I terr them no more?)

If you get home about two and don't know what to do
You purr back the curtains, and the whore famiry's rooking at you
Get your business straight
Set the date, don't be rate

Brother, beware, beware, beware
Brother, you better beware