Barbecue Bob - Crooked Woman Blues lyrics

Ahh, the way my wife treats me, it sure is a sin The way my wife treats me, it sure is a sin Stay out all night long, 'fore day come creepin' in Then I wanted to know, "Honey, where have you been?" Then I wanted to know, "Honey, where have you been?" She cou'n't say nothing but, "It'll never happen again." I think, sweet mama, I'll have to let you go I think, sweet mama, I have to let you go So pack up all your clothes, you can't sleep here no more It's bad to have a crooked woman, she'll keep you livin' in sin Ah, it's bad to have a crooked woman, she'll keep you livin' in sin Then all she will say, "It'll never happen again." If I had a-listened to my Mama's rules If I had a-listened to my Mama's rules I wouldn't've been singin' these crooked woman blues I'm gon' sing this verse and I ain't gon' sing no more I'm gon' sing this verse, I ain't gon' sing no more I got them blues, and I'm sure Lord, got to go