Murdering Blues کے بول

Well, I when down to Eli To get my guitar outta pawn And when I got back home My baby was gone I'm gonna murder my baby Wooh! if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin' 'Cuz I'd rather be in the penitentiary Lord, than to worry all outta my mind Well I got back home Just about 4 o'clock And that's just about the right time When old jack daniels began to... uhh! So I scooted up to my window Yeah, to see what I could see And I saw another man, baby Starin' back at me I'm gonna murder my baby Wooh! if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin' Yeah, what's wrong with you, honey? 'Cuz I'd rather be in the penitentiary Lord, than to worry all outta my mind Yeah, you better watch yourself Oh, here I come, baby Here I come... Oh, gettin' evil, baby Well, I went down to Eli Get my pistol outta pawn Well, when I got back home Oh, my baby was gone I'm gonna murder my baby Wooh! well, if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin' 'Cuz I'd rather be in the penitentiary Lord, than to worry all outta my mind Yeah (?) Yeah, come on