Song | Red Rocking Chair |
Artist | Black Prairie |
Album | Feast Of The Hunters' Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I ain't got no use for your red rocking chair | |
I ain't got no sugar baby now | |
No I ain't got no honey baby now | |
And it's who'll rock the cradle and who´ll sing this song | |
Who'll be your honey when I'm gone | |
Who'll be your honey when I'm gone | |
I'll rock the cradle and I'll sing this song | |
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone | |
yes I'll rock the cradle when you're gone | |
Laid her in the shade gave her every dime I made | |
What more could a poor boy do | |
What more could a poor boy do | |
I've done all I can do said all I can say | |
I'll sing it to your mama next payday | |
I'll sing it to your mama next payday | |
Some old rounder come along took my sugar babe and gone | |
And I ain't got no sugar baby now | |
No I ain't got no honey baby now |
I ain' t got no use for your red rocking chair | |
I ain' t got no sugar baby now | |
No I ain' t got no honey baby now | |
And it' s who' ll rock the cradle and who ll sing this song | |
Who' ll be your honey when I' m gone | |
Who' ll be your honey when I' m gone | |
I' ll rock the cradle and I' ll sing this song | |
I' ll rock the cradle when you' re gone | |
yes I' ll rock the cradle when you' re gone | |
Laid her in the shade gave her every dime I made | |
What more could a poor boy do | |
What more could a poor boy do | |
I' ve done all I can do said all I can say | |
I' ll sing it to your mama next payday | |
I' ll sing it to your mama next payday | |
Some old rounder come along took my sugar babe and gone | |
And I ain' t got no sugar baby now | |
No I ain' t got no honey baby now |
I ain' t got no use for your red rocking chair | |
I ain' t got no sugar baby now | |
No I ain' t got no honey baby now | |
And it' s who' ll rock the cradle and who ll sing this song | |
Who' ll be your honey when I' m gone | |
Who' ll be your honey when I' m gone | |
I' ll rock the cradle and I' ll sing this song | |
I' ll rock the cradle when you' re gone | |
yes I' ll rock the cradle when you' re gone | |
Laid her in the shade gave her every dime I made | |
What more could a poor boy do | |
What more could a poor boy do | |
I' ve done all I can do said all I can say | |
I' ll sing it to your mama next payday | |
I' ll sing it to your mama next payday | |
Some old rounder come along took my sugar babe and gone | |
And I ain' t got no sugar baby now | |
No I ain' t got no honey baby now |