Talkin' 'Bout Women Obviously

You know I don't want no woman

Junior Wells is a close friend but if

Her hair ain't no longer than mine

You know I don't want no woman

Junior Wells, if her hair ain't no longer than mine

You know she ain't good for nothing but trouble, Junior

(Say what?) Yeah

Junior, you know she keep me buying wigs all the time

Now that's about mine, let me hear about yours

You know I take my woman to the hairdresser

You know just the other day

The hairdresser said, "I can't straighten your woman's hair, man

God knows I can grease her hair"

I told him, "No, if her hair ain't no longer than mine"

(You have to watch it now)

Lord, she ain't good for nothin' but trouble

Keep a poor man buyin' wigs all the time

(What you say about yours, baby? Tell

Me 'bout yours, talk to me 'bout yours)

You gotta be nuts, man (Talk to me 'bout it here)

Why, you know the woman just won't be true

Oh, why, Junior, you know the woman just won't be true

You know she run around on me, Junior

Do everything that I don't want that woman to do

Well, I can't stop her, I'm never home

I got a 32-20 on a 45 frame

I got to shoot this short-haired woman 'cause she love another man

I don't want no woman

(Come on, now, let's) If her hair ain't no longer than mine

Lord, she ain't good for nothin' but trouble

(Yeah) Keep a man buyin' wigs all the time

(Yeah, that's the blues)

Tell me 'bout yours just one more time, would ya?

Well, my mama told me when I was 'bout 16

Said, "You're gonna meet some little girl

And she's gonna be in blue jeans

She's gonna have long hair and it's come from nowhere

And if you don't watch that little girl, you know one day

The girl is gonna be your gal"

I said, she's

Junior Wells, you're gonna give me the

Blues after a while and I just can't

Yeah

Go 'head on, tell me 'bout him now

I bet my last deuce on a racehorse

He left bleedin' in the stretch

He took one look at my short-haired woman

And he fell and broke his neck

I don't want no woman

If her hair ain't no longer than mine

Lord, she ain't good for nothin' but trouble

Keep a man buyin' wigs all the time

(What you say about yours, baby? Tell

Me 'bout yours, talk to me 'bout yours)

You gotta be nuts, man

(Talk to me 'bout it here) I can't help it, brother, I can't help it

Go 'head on again

Lord, she ain't good for nothin' but trouble

Keep a man by his wits all the time

Tell me about yours just one more time

I got to know about it just one more 'gain

I got a little bitty girl

Her hair's about so long

I bought me a Cadillac, Junior

Just as long as I been left home

I'm tryin' to tell you

Whoa, I got the blues

Well, you know I got the blues so bad now, Junior

I think we oughta do this thing over and over

It's four, five, six, seven

And eight, nine, and ten

I want this sure woman to come and see me

Just as soon as she can

I don't want her walkin' up with her hand out

Tryin' to spend my dough

I just wanna tell me girl

She like the guy next door

I don't want no woman, yeah

If her hair ain't no longer than mine

We got to go home now, brother, we got to go home

Yeah, sing the song

Lord, she ain't good for nothin' but trouble

Keep a man by his wits all the time

Sing this song

Let's do it together a little bit there

Let's do it together

Dig, Junior, let me have a little bit of it

All right, all right, all right

Just play me, just play me, play me a little bit now

Just do it to me