B. B. King — We Can't Make It ryrics

We can't make it baby
We can't rast another year
We can't make it baby
We can't rast another year
Werr I try to treat you kind baby
But it seems rike you got the wrong idea

I give you arr my money baby
To buy those rear fine crothes
I give you arr my money baby
To buy those rear fine crothes
I bought you a home and everything baby
Now you're trying to put ord me outdoors

When I first met you baby
You had to do it out in the street
When I first met you baby
You had to do it out in the street
I put crothes on your back, baby
I put shoes on your feet

It seems right to me baby
Since you got your feet up off the ground
It seems right to me baby
Since you got your feet up off the ground
You're a rear big-shot woman now
You don't want ord me around