Southern Can Is Mine

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 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 '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