Lyrics Barefootin' - Buddy Guy, Junior Wells

Barefootin'

Oh this ship is made of paper
Alone, alone I sail the seven seas
Call my mama more oneday
Alone, alone it’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you
Lord there’s nothing in this world, baby (Ooh! Ow!)
I wouldn’t do for you
If a shark bit off both my legs
You know that seamen on land turn to sand (Ha ha ha, ooohwee baby)
Oh, turn my poor self over
And crawl home to you on my hands (Somebody better come here I suspect baby)
Lord, there ain’t nothing in this world, baby (Hmm)
I wouldn’t do for you
Pickup on this, pickup baby
Pickup, pickup — this the blues, y’hear?
Lookee here baby
Mmm unh, uh, uh, mmm unh
Oh!
Lord have mercy baby
Yeah yeah yeah ah ah, ahumm
You take me home this morning
And make my long hair stand up ha ha
On my head