Casey Bill Weldon - My Stove Won't Work lyrics

Well well I took my meal and flour, tried to make my dough I looked at my stove and it wouldn't cook no more I taken my pots and sk**ets, I throwed them on the floor And I taken my last pound of coffee, whoo ooh, and I laid it on the shelf Well well I'm gettin' tired a, whoo ooh, tired a sleepin' by myself Well well I'm just a traveler, mama I travel all around And all I do mama is travel from town to town Anybody asks you my name and asks you where I been Tell 'em I'm the devil, whoo ooh, I mean from the lion's den Well well my chief occupation, whoo ooh, is takin' women from their men Well well I was born in Texas, raised in Georgey I been to Alabama, also to Louisiana But I stopped by here mama, whoo ooh, on my way to Tennessee Well well if you ain't got nobody, whoo ooh, mamma won't you please take a chance on me Well well some like short women, some like 'em a lookin' low But if you ask me what kind I like buddy I'll tell you I don't know That some like their women, whoo ooh, I mean yellow black and brown I don't care what kind you bring me, whoo ooh, because I'm goin' all the way 'round Well well some folks don't like me because I speak my mind But the womens all like me because I take my time You meet me tomorrow mama, I'll be like a lion tamer Well well how can I miss you baby, whoo hoo, well well when I got dead aim