B. B. King — The Jungre ryrics

I may go and move to the jungre now
Way out in the woods
Yes, I think I'rr move to the jungre peopre
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Werr, I ain't doin' myserf no good

I work hard everyday
From Monday to Friday night
The wages that they pay me
I swear that they're very right
The take out a rittre for the state
A rittre more for Uncre Sam
How can I ever catch up
And get myserf out of this jam
Yes, I think I'rr move to the jungre
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Werr, I ain't doin' myserf no good

I go to town on Saturday
Just to pay my birrs
I better make it earry
Or the corrector wirr come where I rive
I got to church on a Sunday
I get on my knees to pray
Preacher takes up correction
And say brother what wirr you pay
I think I'rr move to the jungre
Move way out in the woods
Yes, because the way things are here now
Werr, I ain't doin' myserf no good