B3. Drivin' Wheel Songtext
von The Paul Butterfield Blues Band

My baby don′t have to work
Don't have to rob and steal
My baby don′t have to work
No, she don't have to rob and steal
She has everything she needs
I am her driving wheel

I wrote my baby a letter
Don't want no one to break the seal
I wrote my baby a letter
Don′t want no one to break the seal
The letter goes to my baby
I am her driving wheel

She left me this morning
Said she′d be home soon
She left me this morning
Said she'd be home soon
Either early Friday morning
Or late Saturday afternoon


I wanna tell you about my baby
Please let me tell you about my baby
Please let me tell you about my baby
The time she walks
Like a leaf shakin′ on a tree
Don't you know that time she walks
Like a leaf shakin′ on a tree
I want you to come over here, baby
Get your steak, potatoes and peas

She left me this morning
Said she'd be home soon
She left me this morning
Said she′d be home soon
Either early Friday morning
Or late Saturday afternoon

I wanna tell you about my baby
Please let me tell you about my baby
Please let me tell you about my baby
The time she walks
Like a leaf shakin' on a tree
The time she walks
Like a leaf shakin' on a tree
I want you to come over here, baby
Get your steak, potatoes and peas