7-11 - Buddy Guy

Oh, I’ve just got to let her go

Because this little girl is runnin' wild

I said I got to let her go

Because this little girl is runnin' wild

You know she whupped this whole game on me

And now she won’t even apologize

Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl

You take all the happiness out of my live

Hey girl, girl, girl, girl, ah

You takes all, all the happiness out of my lives

You go to 7−11 on me

Just like a gambler with a crooked dice

Look-a-here

Yeah

Mr. Johnny Johnson

Mother said, 'Son you’ve got to let her go

Can’t you see this woman got her game up tight?

Oh, son you’ve got to let her go

Can’t you see this a woman got her game up tight?'

She said, 'Son get your hat and get your coat

Or she will never treat you right'

Well, ooh, got to get my hat and coat

This ain’t right

She’d go to 7−11 on me

Oh, like a man with a loaded dice