| Lyrics: | Poor me, I ain't got a gal in this town,
All of them turned me down,
'Cause I ain't got a
gal in this town.
Eee-eee-eee...
All yellows and browns,
All of them turned me
down,
'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town.
Boo-hoo, you hear my mournful wail,
I even looked in jail,
For a familiar frail.
Oooh-doo, you, you, you got me
down,
Stop your dragging me 'round,
'Cause I ain't got a gal in this town.
I've
got a million gals in Memphis,
I've got a gal way out in Saint Paul,
I took my hat and
left them flat
'Cause they couldn't kick the gong.
[Repeats first four verses] |
