Don't Hang My Clothes on No Barb Wire Line - Peetie Wheatstraw

I don’t want my clothes

Hung on no barb wire line

I don’t want my clothes

Hung on no barb wire line

Well-well-well, I won’t go crazy

But baby, I’ll gradually lose my mind

Well-well-well, I want none-a the sugar

Mama, sprinkled in my tea

Well-well I don’t want no sugar

Mama, sprinkled in my tea

Well, I pass all the business womens

Well-well-well, I can’t use no gravy

Mixed up in my rice

Well-well-well, I can’t use no gravy, mama

Mixed up in my rice

Well-well-well, now the one I love, I b’lieve

She can mix it for me so nice

(piano)

Wee-mm, little girl got boggied

She throwed all a-my clothes outdo’s

Well, now little girl got boggied

She throwed all a-my clothes outdo’s

Well-well, right now, how I wonder

Mama, will a shoppin' bag hold my clothes?