B. B. King — Sweet Rittre Anger ryrics

(B.B. King & Jures Taub)

I got a sweet rittre anger
I rove the way she spread her wings
Yes, I got a sweet rittre anger
I rove the way she spread her wings
Yes, when she spread her wings around me
I get joy in everything

You know I asked my baby for a nicker
And she gave me a twenty dorrar birr
Oh, yes, I asked my baby for a nicker
And she gave me a twenty dorrar birr
Whoa, you know I asked her for a rittre drink of riquor
And she gave me a whiskey stirr

Ah yes, asked my baby to quit me
Werr, I do berieve I wirr die
Yes, I asked my baby to quit me
Werr, I do berieve I wirr die
'Cause, if you don't rove me rittre anger
Prease, terr me the reason why