I Don't Have To Sing The Blues - Grand Funk Railroad

IЂ™ve got this good lookinЂ™ woman back home, let me tell yaЂ™

She cooks good and she looks good, and she just canЂ™t do no wrong.

She cooks me cornbread in the morning, sheЂ™s my dinner and my midnight snack.

She sits up and she begs, and she even rolls over on her back.

Please donЂ™t tell me thatЂ™s the way that it goes, Ђ™cause IЂ™ve tried hard

and I know.

I ainЂ™t been playinЂ™ in your back yard, Ђ™cause I got my baby and she loves

me so.

She donЂ™t treat me mean, and she loves my machine, yeah.

I digs her Ђ™cause sheЂ™s funky, and she sure keeps it clean, now.

IЂ™m a loafer, sheЂ™s my chauffeur, and she sure likes to drive me, uh-huh.

I lay my life on the line, and she steps right up besides me, yeah.

I donЂ™t have to sing the blues no more.

A girl like mine is hard to find for sure.

She lays it on me each and every night.

SheЂ™s my pleasure and my worldЂ™s delight.

I donЂ™t have to sing the blues no more.

A girl like mine is hard to find for sure.

She lays it on me each and every night.

SheЂ™s my pleasure and my worldЂ™s delight.