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Put It Right Here (Or Keep It Out There)
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I had a man for fifteen years
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Give him his room and board
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Once he was like a Cadillac
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Now he's like an old worn out Ford
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He never brought me a lousy dime
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And put it in my hand
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So there'll be some changes from now on
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According to my plan
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He's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here
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Or else he's gonna keep it out there
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If he must steal it, beg it, or borrow it somewhere
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Long as he gets it, I don't care
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I'm tired of fryin' pork chops
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To grease his fat lips
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And he has to find another place
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For to park his old hips
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He must get it, and bring it, and put it right here
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Or else he's gonna keep it out there
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The bee gets the honey, and brings it to the corn
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Else he's kicked out of his home sweet home
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To show you that they brings it, watch the dog and the cat
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Everything even brings it, from a mule to a mare
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The rooster gets the worm, and brings it to the hen
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That oughta be a tip to all you no-good men
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The groundhog even brings it and puts it in his hole
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So my man has got to bring it, doggone his soul
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He's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here
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Or else he's gonna keep it out there
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If he must steal it, beg it, or borr' it somewhere
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Long as he gets it child, I don't care
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I'm gonna tell him like the Chinaman: when you don't bring 'em check
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You don't get 'em laundry, if you break 'em down neck
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You got to get it, bring it, and put it right here
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Or else you gonna keep it out there
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Put It Right Here (Or Keep It Out There)
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| Bessie Smith |
