I got a dreamy-eyed baby,
She lives down on Cherry Street.
I got a dreamy-eyed baby,
She lives right down on Cherry Street.
You know she laugh and flirt with every
Good ol' man she meet.

You know I told my baby last night,
And oh the night before.
You know I told my baby last night,
And oh the night before,
Woman if you don't stop flirtin'
You just cain't be mine no more.

She put both hands on her hips,
And these are the words she say,
She put both hands on her hips,
And these are the words she say.
She said "Big boy, I wouldn't miss ya,
If the Good Lord tol' me you was dead."

I said now ooh-whoo baby,
Honey now what more can I do?
I said Ooooh baby,
Honey what more can I do?
You want me to get my throat cut baby,
Tryin' to get along with you.

I'm gonna leave out walkin',
But someday I know me ride.
I'm gonna leave out walkin',
But someday I'll be ride.
I got me a good girl baby,
But I just cain't keep her satisfied.

Oh man, a tear just fell in my beer. I got to meet John at B.B. King's Blues Club in Memphis. He was doing a live broadcast. I hope they will make that into an album.

Ain't but one kind small favor to ask of you,
I ain't but one kind favor to ask of you,
When I die, Lord keep my grave clean.

Someone get me a bottleneck and a Dobro please.

-Malcolm