Man Killing Broad Songtext
von Lonnie Johnson

You′ve got a hatchet under your pillow, baby
You've got a ice pick in your hand
You′ve got a hatchet under your pillow, baby
Ice pick in your hand
The best thing you better do
Is find you another man

You've got a shotgun in the corner
Blackjack under your bed
You've got a shotgun in the corner
Blackjack under your bed
But you will never catch me sleep
I know you wants to whip my head


You put lye salt in my gravy
Black potash in my tea
You put lye salt in my gravy
Black potash in my tea
But I fed it to your man, baby
Instead of me

That′s the very reason why
You′ve been so mean to me
That's the very reason why
You′ve been so mean to me
Tryin' to steal my life
To have your own used-to-be

Baby, I give you my money
I even let you run around
Even give you my money
Still let you mess around
But you undoubtedly
Is the roughest little broad in town