Now lookie here momma, let me explain ya dis
You wanna get crooked I'll even give you my fist
You might read from Revelation, back to Genisis
You can't forget 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 hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a doller's a half a pound

So there aint 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 and be my boss
Take from the east, hide it in the west
But when I get it momma your can'll 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'll feel my hand
Give you a punch through that barb-wired fence
When I hit you baby, you know I make no sense

There aint no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine
I know it
Your southern can belongs to me

Well then look here woman, don't get hot
I'm gettin' me a brick outta my backyard

There aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine
I'm talkin' about it
Your southern can belongs to me

Well if I catch you momma down in the heart of town
Gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down

There aint no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine
I know it
Your southern can belongs to me

You may get bed sick cuz baby you're graveyard bound
Gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound
Now baby

There aint no use in bringin' no jive to me
Your southern can is mine
I'm screamin'
Your southern can belongs to me

John Lomax: "You keep movin' around like you're ah, uncomfortable - what's the matter, Willie?"
Blind Willie McTell: "Well, I was in an automobile accident last night and I'm still shook-up.
No one got hurt, but they was all, um, jostled up mighty bad. Shake-up. Still sore from it, but no one got hurt..."

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