Robert Cray - Bring Your Fine Self Home lyrics

"Hey, Albert!" "Oh, yeah, what's up, Johnny?" "You got your harmonica with you today, man?" "Yeah, brought it with me today, man" "I think we better get on down, you know, 'cause I got the blues" "You know I got 'em, too" "Well, hear it is" "So hear it is, man" Oh, baby Honey, why don't you bring your fine self home? Ooh, baby Honey, why don't you bring your fine self home? Don't you send no letters to me Don't you call me, woman What I need I can't get on no telephone I know we had our problems, baby In every life there's some ups and downs I know we had our problems, baby In every life there's a little ups and downs But you kissed the first thing smokin' And your man sure ain't jokin', woman Get in this town! Now play the blues for me Albert Play the blues! (Collins solo) Well, you touched me with the feelin' And it was such a perfect blend And now I want it over and over, over and over again Come on, baby Get your fine self back in this town Don't you stop to think about it Don't you stop to talk to nobody Don't you stop to think about it Don't you stop to talk to nobody Bring it on home That's allright, dear son, that's allright Bring it on home