Worry, Worry, Worry (Live) lyrics

by

B.B. King


Worry, worry, worry, worry is all I can do
Oh, worry, worry, worry, baby, worry is all I can do
Oh, my life is so miserable, baby
Baby, and it's all on account of you
You hurt me so bad, baby, when you said we were through
Oh, you hurt me, you know you hurt me so bad, baby
When you said we were through
Oh, but I would rather be dead, baby
Than to be here so alone and blue
Someday baby, oh, someday baby
Oh, someday baby, oh, oh, oh, oh, yes
Oh, someday baby
Ladies, I said ladies, "Ladies, if you got a man
And the man don't do like you think he should
Don't you hurt him? I said, don't you hurt him
Man happens to be God's gift to women"
So, ladies you must know that the man is already grown
So you can't raise him over again
So, the thing to do is throw your arms around him
Hold him close to you, look him straight in the eyes
And then you tell him, you tell him
You say, "Now baby, you been messing up
But I know you gonna do me better"
And when he look at you as if he wanna know when
Then you tell him,"Someday baby"
And if it seem like he's a little hard of hearing
Or not paying you much attention or something
Do like you ladies normally do, put your hands on your hip
And then you say it again, ow
He have to be a mighty hard hearted person
To not to listen to you
But I don't think it's fair to just talk to the ladies
I think I should say a few words to the men too
So, fellas, I said fellas
"Fellas, if you got a woman
And the lady don't do like you think she should
Don't you be goin' upside of her head now"
You know what I'm talkin' about
Don't you be beatin' on her
The judge says, much cheaper if you don't beat her
And you see if you hurt her, you only do one thing
I said, you hurt her, you only do one thing
You make her a little smarter
And she won't let you catch her the next time
So, the thing to do is throw your arms around the pretty little thing
Now, listen to me, listen to me
I don't care if she weigh thirty-two and a half pounds wet
Or five hundred and fifty pounds on her feet
If she's your lady and you dig her, then she's your pretty little thing
And then you tell her
You say, "Baby, baby, I don't care what they say about you
In the next block, your my old lady and I dig you
Let 'em talk, let 'em say what they want to say"
And fellas, you must know too that the ladies
God bless their sweet little souls
Ladies happen to be God's gift to man too, fellas
You all agreed? You better say it because your wife is listening
But is one more thing I must say to you fellas
Just one more thing, don't be too proud to beg
I said don't be too proud to beg, if you have to fall on your knees
To let your woman know that you love her, go on down there
I can see some of you cats got dirty minds in the place this evening
What I'm tryin' to say
Ladies love to hear their men say, "Baby I love you"
Don't you ladies?
I said ladies love to hear their men say, "Baby I love you"
Don't you ladies?
So fellas, tell your lady that you love her
She might think you're lying though
Tell your lady that you love her
Even if you are lying
But seriously speaking, when I goof
When I goof, I usually slide up to my woman
And I look straight at her, I have to get my look first
I usually say, I look like a little puppy
Begging for that last bone you been holding out on
I look straight at her and I say
"Baby, please forgive me, honey"
And then I wait a few minutes and see how she'll take it
And then I say "Baby, please forgive me, honey"
And then I stand back far enough
So that when she swing, I can duck
And then I say, "Baby, honey
You know when I goofed last week, I was high"
If she let me get away with that
Then I look at her real pitiful like this
Say, "Baby, honey, you know when you're high
Don't count"
And then I tell her, I say
"If you forgive me honey I'm gonna do better"
And when she look at me as if she wanna know when
Then I tell her, "Someday baby"
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