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When you go out for the evenin’
And you make your woman stay at home
When you go out for the evenin’
And you make your woman stay at home
Do you ever wonder,
At the same same time that you roam?
When the dice roll on the table
And your eyes they wander ‘south’
When the dice roll on the table
And your eyes they wander ‘south’
The taste of your woman’s sweet honey
Is still lingerin’ in my mouth
If you find that your good woman
Should fall into the Devil’s hands
If you find that your good woman
Should fall into the Devil’s hands
Just steer her my direction
And I’ll everything what I can!
Your woman says she loves you
But she knows my pillow too.
Your woman may say she loves you
But she knows my pillow too.
And if you can’t keep her satisfied, boy
I’ll sure do the job for you
So when the cards fall on the table
And your eyes they wander south
So when the cards fall on the table
And your eyes they wander south
You may think you’ve got a pair of queens boy
But back home, your woman’s got a full house!
I was listening to some ‘Dirty Dog Blues’, so I figured I should write some too. This just popped into my head about a fellow going out and getting into all kinds of trouble. But, “what’s good for the goose is good for the gander” and vice versa, as they say. The wife can pull the same stuff while he’s out ‘cattin’ around”.
