Theres a story i heard told Comes from the banks where the odd sailboat goes Now i dont know if its true but i say so Surely in it you will recognize somebody that you know There was a gal in new orleans She could be sweet but my friend she could be mean Really with her there was very litle in between She kissed gentlemens lips beneath the sweet olive trees They never knew their woman She never knew her man I wanna know my woman Want her to know her man Well if you know you too many people Your hearts bound to go bad One dude she knew got sick with hurt He overheard his babys filth and dirt So he hid a 22 beneath his shirt Then went to pay a her a visit at the place in which she worked Well if you find someone you love a lot Id recommend you give it everything you got Either way you'll be sittin pissin in a pot But at least it will be with someone you love and you trust Nobody knows their woman Nobody knows their man I'd die to know my woman k** for her to know her man Just want to take it beyond the initial shaking Of my own sweaty nervous hand Or else i might be bad