"Spoken": Yes, yes, yes.
My best gal quit me and I went back and got my diamond ring
Now, I've got what it takes, it breaks my heart
To give it away, ain't going to give it away
Now babe, the stuff I've got is the stuff that makes
The fiddlers play, makes the fiddlers play
I saved it up since the Lord knows when
I ain't playin' Santa Claus for any of you men
I've had it so long, I hate to lose it
'Cause ever gets broke, I'll be able to use it
Now this little thing is what the whole wide world just
Trying to get, dying to get
This wise baby, she ain't going to part, from it yet
Now if you're layin' in the jail with your head in your arms
It's then you realize your sweet mama's gone
I've got what it takes, it breaks my heart
I ain't a-going to give it away, I mean
I ain't a-going to give it away
Now, I've got what it takes, it breaks my heart
To give it away, ain't going to give it away
Now babe, the stuff I've got is the stuff that makes
The fiddlers play, the fiddlers play
I saved it up since the Lord knows when
I ain't playin' Santa Claus for any of you men
I've had it so long, I hate to lose it
'Cause ever gets broke, I'll be able to use it
Now this little thing is what the whole wide world just
Dying to get, dying to get
This wise baby, she ain't going to part, from it yet
Now if you're layin' in the jail with your head in your arms
It's then you realize your sweet mama's gone
I've got what it takes, it breaks my heart
I ain't a-going to give it away, I mean
I ain't a-going to give it away