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Blind Willie Mctell

Genres: Jazz

Southern Can Is Mine Lyrics - Blind Willie Mctell

Now looka here mama let me tell you this 

If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist 

You might read from Revelations back to Genesee 

But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me 

Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail 

Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail 

Soon as I get out, hit the ground 

Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound 

Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

You might take it from the south you might carry it up north 

But understand you can't rule or either be my boss 

Take it from the east, hide it in the west 

When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest 

Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

(In the morning) 

Your southern can belongs to me 

(I'm not dreamin') 

Your southern can belongs to me 

Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin 

Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands 

Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence 

Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense 

Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

(Every bit of it) 

Southern can belongs to me 

Get me a brick out of my backyard 

Give you the devil if you get kinda hard 

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

(You hear me cryin') 

Southern can belongs to me 

Spank it a little bit, boy 

 

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Ah, your southern can is mine 

Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town 

Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down 

Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me 

Because your southern can belongs to me 

(I'm talkin to ya) 

Your southern can belongs to me 

You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound 

I'll make your can moan like a hound 

Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me 

Because your southern can is mine 

(You hear me talkin') 

Southern can belongs to me 

 

Oh spank it like that 

The way Ruthie Mae likes it 

 

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'Cause your southern can is mine 

Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red 

What I said get your grandma dead 

Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce 

I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose 

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey 

'Cause your southern can belongs to me 

(Every bit of it) 

Southern can belongs to me 

 

Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing 

 

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

(you hear me talkin) 

Your southern can belongs to me 

Might twiddle like a tadpole 

Let it jump like a frog 

Every time I hit it you'll holler 

God oh God 

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey 

'Cause your southern can is mine 

(You hear me talkin') 

Southern can belongs to me 

Now play it a little bit, just whup it 

Aww shucks. Play that thing boy 

Southern can belo-ongs to me 

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