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Testo Your Southern Can Is Mine - The White Stripes

Testo della canzone Your Southern Can Is Mine (The White Stripes), tratta dall'album De Stijl

Now, looky here, momma, let me explain you this
You wanna get crooked, I'll even give you my fist
You might read from Revelation back to Genesis
You get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin'
Your southern can belongs to me
You might go uptown, have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshot's got money, gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a dollar and half a pound
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it
Your southern can belongs to me
You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand you can't rule me or be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when I get you, momma, you can't a-see no rest
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin'
Your southern can belongs to me
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When I hit you, momma, then you feel my hand
Give you a punch through that barbed wire fence
When I hit you, baby, you know I make no sense
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me
Now, look here, woman, don't get hot
I'm gonna grab me a brick outta my backyard
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well, if I catch you, momma, down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me
You may be deathbed sick, baby, graveyard bound
Gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound
So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin'
Your southern can belongs to me
"You keep moving around like you're uncomfortable. What's the matter, Willie?
Well, I was in a automobile accident last night, a little shook up
No one got hurt but it was all a jostle up mighty bad, shake up
Still sore from it but no one got hurt



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Writer(s): Willie Mctell
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