| Listen here baby, I ain’t gonna be your dog all my life.
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| You called your other man to tell him, take my life.
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| So what more, can a man do?
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| I give up my job, laid down my money to you.
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| Listen here baby, you ain’t treatin' me right.
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| You don’t do nothin' but clown and fight.
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| You know I love you, I don’t care what you do.
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| I’m gettin' tired of clownin' with you.
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| What more, can a man do?
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| Give up my job, laid down my money to you.
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| You go out tonight gal, no tellin' what I’ll do.
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| I’m getting' tired of worryin' over you.
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| What more, can a man do?
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| I give up my job, laid down my money to you.
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| Now play it, let’s hear it.
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| Now you know mama, I’m gettin' tired, gettin' tired, gettin' tired.
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| Here in St. Louis, all disguised.
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| Cried last night, and night before.
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| I believe it this time I won’t have to cry no more.
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| What more, can a man do?
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| I give up my job, laid down my money to you.
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| So, bye-bye baby, I’m leavin' you now.
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| I no you don’t mean no good no how.
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| You did everything a woman could do.
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| You know about that so I am through with you.
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| What more, can a man do?
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| I give up my job, laid down my money to you. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What More Can a Man Do ? , by - Peetie Wheatstraw. Song from the album Saint Louis - Chicago - New York 1931-1941, in the genre Блюз