Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 97 Men in This Here Town, artist - Buffy Sainte-Marie. Album song Fire Fleet And Candlelight, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: English
97 Men in This Here Town |
| Love you, daddy, and I know you know, |
| you got a good thing going, papa, don’t let go |
| 'cause there are 97 men in this here town |
| would give a half a grand in silver just to follow me down |
| so appreciate a dedicated baby, |
| 'cause boy, you are a lucky man |
| I’ll take you down by the river where the catfish play |
| bed around, baby, gonna kick all day |
| no need to wander, no need to roam |
| you got a full meal cooking, honey, here at home |
| so appreciate a dedicated baby, |
| 'cause boy, you are a lucky man |
| Say I’m confused, say I’m perplexed |
| one fellow told me I was oversexed |
| don’t you believe it, 'cause it just ain’t true |
| you know it’s just 'cause I got a little crush on you |
| So before you turn your back on me |
| to take a look at all the other fishes in the sea |
| remember a plenty good woman is hard to find |
| and I’m the hootchi kootchie lovey doving kind |
| so appreciate a dedicated baby, |
| 'cause boy, you are a lucky man |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you know you’re gonna drive her wild |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you never again may smile |
| listen to me, hear my song |
| she’s afraid I’m gonna lead her little boy wrong |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you know you’re gonna drive her wild |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you know you’re gonna weep and wail |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you’re gonna land us both in jail |
| I’ll never know why she don’t dig me |
| she says I’m leading a minor to delinquency |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you know you’re gonna drive her wild |
| now baby stop winking 'cross the supper table |
| I’m afraid your papa’s gonna see |
| now baby stop winking 'cross the supper table |
| I already know you got eyes for me |
| You know put them up everytime we touch |
| They just don’t dig that I should love you so much |
| Don’t call me honey when your mother’s around |
| boy, you know you’re gonna drive her wild |
| Remember 97 men in this here town |
| would give a half a grand in silver just to follow me down |
| so appreciate a dedicated baby, |
| 'cause boy, you are a lucky man |
| Boy, you are a lucky man |