Lyrics Don't Do It - Delbert McClinton, Self-Made Men

Don't Do It

We all down that south street when the bottle fell out
Somebody screamed what you talking about
I heard a glass break and somebody moan
Saw Raymond running out the front door
Screaming into his cell phone
Don’t do it
There must be something I can do
Please don’t do it
Let me make it up to you
We’ve been together so long
Baby, please hold on
Don’t do it
He said I got to get to her as fast as I can
If I get my arms around her I can make her understand
Eight minutes flat and he was through the front door
With no sound of no kind
She lived there anymore
Don’t do it
Must be something I can do
Baby, please don’t do it
I can make it up to you
We’ve been together so long
Please hold on
Don’t do it
As she said
You’re about the meanest old man I know
You won’t ever, ever see me no more
You shoulda thought twice about doing me wrong
It’s too late, I’m gone
Well now he went to all the places that he knew she’d like to go
Ask everyone about her but nobody seemed to know
He saw her coming out of that place called Bongo Java
He was back in that Belmont, 40 miles an hour
Don’t do it
Listen to me, baby please don’t do it
I’ll make it up to you
We’ve been together so long
Please hold on
Don’t do it
Don’t do it