Byron Lee And The Dragonaires - No Money No Love lyrics

Ivy pack up she clothes to leave Because John was down and out All alone he was left to grieve She had a next man in South She said openly I really love you Johnny But you ain't have no money So what will my future be Even though you love me? We can't love without money We can't make love on hungry belly Johhny you'll be the only one I'm dreaming of You're my turtle dove But no money no love If you hear how he plead with she to get she to understand Listen, mister, she tell Johnny Leggo me blasted hand And make up your mind We got to break up this lime She said poverty is a crime You got no money Still you tanglin' me all the blinkin' time Gentleman let me tell you plain She say I don't want to make a scene But if you only touch me again The police will intervene You ain't got a cent I couldn't even pay me rent I had to give up me appartment You give me nothing to eat Now you want me to sleep on the pavement? Johhny nearly k**ed she with blows Poor Ivy bawl like a cow Rip up she wig and he tear down she clothes The South man ain't want she now Oh, Lord, what a fight They roll until broad daylight Charlotte street was hot that night She get some good lick but she let go kick and some bite - singing -