Ive got a range in my kitchen, it dont do me no good Ive got a range in my kitchen, it dont do me no good Im gon get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood Goin get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood Goin get me a New York woman, to burn my coal and wood All these Alabama women, they dont mean you no good She had the nerve to tell me, she didnt want me no more She had the nerve to tell me, she didnt want me no more But the good book do tell you, you got to reap what you sow So many cold mornings, you drove me from your door So many cold mornings, you drove me from your door But the good book do said baby, you got to reap just what you sow Ay baby, what are you trying to do Ay baby, what are you trying to do Are you tryin to quit me, break my heart in two Say I wanna do my baby, ever think of me I wanna do my baby, ever think of me Then I wanna do my baby, ever think of me Im gonna tell you woman, there goes... Im gonna tell you baby there goes... If you dont want me mama, what do I want with you
baby, woman, york, coal, wood