How many mo' years Baby, now will I be your slave? I say, how many mo' years Mama, now will I be your slave? Well, now something I'm tellin' you Woo-well, now I'm tired of you low down dirty ways When I come home at night Baby, ev'rything is wrong When I come home at night Mama, ev'rything is wrong Now you sit keep company all day Woo-well-well, your man he will be gone I often tell you To be careful what you do Woo-hoo-well-brown To be careful what you do Well now, if it is right or wrong Woo-well, somebody may tell on you (piano - Peetie) I tried to be a real man But now it seems to be all in vain Woo-hoo-ooo, girl Seems to be all in vain But now you know if tell on you, baby Woo-well, now you goin' just the same Can you tell me please If you know just what right means? Woo-well brown If you know just what right means? Well you about to go out here, grumpiest Woo-well, then any woman I ever seen. ~