Blind Willie McTell - This Is Not the Stove to Brown Your Bread

Damn this high and still going up
I'm gonna get mine no matter what it cost
I'm the man and I'm the boss
I'm gonna get what I want no matter what it cost
I just sent a man to the crazy house
He was big and fat like you
I taken all his money and thrown it away
And he didn't have on a real good shoe
Now woman, woman, you think a man like me would be that big a fool about you?
Yes.
You better see a doctor something is wrong with your head, this is not the stove to brown your bread.
Now if yous lookin for me to give you my money when you said, mama I'm not goin that way.
Now you told me that your love goes on and on,
Yes and if you ain't got no money, I turn my love off and I'm gone.
You better see a doctor something is wrong with your head, this is not the stove to brown your bread.
Now to get my money moma this how you got to be
With both your legs cut off above the knee.
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No hair no eyes, no teeth in your head, gone show me--- that your great grandmama dead
Now before we married you said that I was the best
A week after that you act like two birds in one nest.
6 months after that I could see you with a frown.
If I didn't take all my money and bring you half of it down.
They call you a boy and that's your name.
But believer me mama I got a catalac frame.
You better see a doctor something is wrong with your head, this is not the stove to brown your bread
This is not the stove to brown your bread.

Written by:
ALFONCY HARRIS

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