كلمات Murdering Blues

Well I went down to Eli's To get my pistol outta pawn When I got back home My woman had done gone Yes I'm gonna murder my baby Wooh, if she don't stop cheatin' and lyin' (I'm gonna put a hurtin' on this woman) Well I'd rather be in the penitentiary Than to be worried out of my mind Well I came home last night, it was about four o'clock The little room-side joint in the rear had just begun to rock I ease upside so I could get a better view I see my woman, she was doin' the monkey too! I said yes, I'm gonna murder my baby Wooh, if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin' (Yeah I'm gonna hurt her this mornin') 'Cause I'd rather go to the penitentiary Than to be worried outta my mind Yeah, I don't mind goin', ya know! [Instrumental] Caught cheatin' and lyin'! I'm gonna hurt her this mornin' Look out woman! [Instrumental] I give her all of my money Just tryin' to be nice and kind She spent it all on her whiskey Oh yes, and beer and wine I said yes, I'm gonna murder my baby Wooh, if she don't stop cheatin' and lyin' (Oh I'm gonna put a hurtin' on that woman!) I'd rather go to the penitentiary Than to be worried outta my mind