don't you know what you have done
don't you see what you've done?
and now your man has come
Oh, Jack Frost done killed my
Jack Frost done killed all
And the blues ain't a thing
Yeah, I've got the blues,
And your momma told you to
and your momma told you to
and you can do what you wanna do
But don't you see all the trouble
don't you know just what you've done
don't you know what you've done?
Oh, you made me love you,
but now your man has come
Lord, I wish I had listened
If I'd only listened to my second mind
I wish I had listened to my
Then I wouldn't be sittin' here
wringin' my hands and cryin'
you know that, don't you?
See, see, rider, see what you have done
don't you know what you have done
Hey, hey, looky what you've done
and now your man has come
Let's all jam the last one
that Mike and I wrote together.
It's a gospel song, southern gospel,
and me being a Presbyterian.
I'm gonna have to sing it.
Bob goes to church out in Phoenix
I'm a snake handling religion.
Don't you let him lay that on you,
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