(G. Johnson)
Well, rolling pin a-rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Although it makes me holler, you know
I`m gonna run back home to my baby
Home to my baby
I swear, I know my old bulldog, Lord
Anytime I hear him bark
Lord, and I swear I know my woman
When I feel her in the dark
In the dark
I asked my gal to marry me, boys...
Whadda ya think she said?
She said, "I wouldn`t have you, Mr. Johnson, not now,
Not if all the rest was dead."
That`s what she said
Just like a woodpecker peck all morning
On the schoolhouse door
Lord have mercy, but he pecked so long
`Til his pecker got sore
Well, he`s coming back for more
What makes my baby so hard on a man?
Is there something you see, woman
That a man can`t understand?
It must have been the devil
That put me here
And cause a man to question
Just what he held so dear
I swore that I would never
Get caught back here no more
I don`t want 4 a.m. catching me
On the wrong side of your door
Lost my good intention, Lord
How I wish I could get it back
Leave me with my head bust open
It must have slipped right through the crack
...Still, I`m coming back...