Murdering blues

Well, I when down to Eli
To get my guitar outta pawn
And when I got back home
My baby was gone

I'm gonna murder my baby
Wooh! if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin'
'Cuz I'd rather be in the penitentiary
Lord, than to worry all outta my mind

Well I got back home
Just about 4 o'clock
And that's just about the right time
When old jack daniels began to... uhh!

So I scooted up to my window
Yeah, to see what I could see
And I saw another man, baby
Starin' back at me

I'm gonna murder my baby
Wooh! if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin'

Yeah, what's wrong with you, honey?

'Cuz I'd rather be in the penitentiary
Lord, than to worry all outta my mind

Yeah, you better watch yourself

Oh, here I come, baby
Here I come...

Oh, gettin' evil, baby

Well, I went down to Eli
Get my pistol outta pawn
Well, when I got back home
Oh, my baby was gone

I'm gonna murder my baby
Wooh! well, if she don't stop her cheatin' and lyin'
'Cuz I'd rather be in the penitentiary
Lord, than to worry all outta my mind

Yeah (?)

Yeah, come on