Blues in the Bottle Songtext
von Mance Lipscomb

Roll in the bottle, blues in the bottle
Topplin′ my head, doggone
Blues in the bottle, topplin' my head
Now if you wanna be my woman
You got to come under my command

You couldn′t stand it, you couldn't stand it
Oughta stayed at home, doggone
You couldn't stand it, you oughta stayed at home
Pick up tail for your grandma
Work on your grandpa′s farm

Ah, baby, oh, baby, where did you stay last night, doggone?
Tell me, baby, where did you stay last night?
Never come home this mornin′
'Til the sun was shinin′ bright


She said, "Daddy, look-a-here, daddy
Don't you raise no saint, doggone, now
Look-a-here, daddy, don′t you raise no saint
I don't ask you ′bout no woman
Don't you ask me 'bout my man"

I had my pistol, I had my pistol
You run in the woods, pretty mama
If I had my pistol, mama, in the woods
I′d shoot you up so bad
You couldn′t do your man no good

Jog on the rabbit, jog up the rabbit
Runnin' one solid mile, ah, Lord
Jog up the rabbit, run up a solid mile
Threw that rabbit down, cried like a child

Don′t come tomorrow, don't come tomorrow
Next day′ll be my go, doggone, yeah
Don't come tomorrow, next day′ll be my go
I'm goin' up the road,′side ′bout a mile or so

Blues in the bottle, blues in the bottle
Topplin' my head, doggone
Blues in the bottle, topplin′ my head
Now if you wanna be my woman
You got to come under my command