| There’s one thing 'bout my woman, I can’t understand
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| Ey, hey, Lord, I can’t understand
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| Every night she go to bed, she want to do that old black and tan
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| I got me a brownskin woman, man, she’s long and slim
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| Ey, hey, Lord, long and slim
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| Says, when I start to loving her, great God, it’s too bad again
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| I don’t want a midnight woman, knocking on my door
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| Ey, hey, knocking on my door
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| 'Fore I got me a pigmeat woman, I can not use sow belly no more
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| I ain’t never loved but three womens in this land
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| Ey, love, three womens in this land
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| Said that’s my mother and my sister, woman that’s goin' be that black and tan
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| There’s one thing I sure do hate
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| Ey, hey, Lord, I sure do hate
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| Ever since my woman learned the Black And Tan, I can not keep her straight
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| Said, I believe I heard my woman call my name
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| Oh, yeah, hear her when she caU my name
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| She doesn’t call so loud, but she call so nice and plain |