Farms come home from work
Edna didn't have him no supper cooked,
well he never once hit her with
Edna'd come home late from a
Rodney'd never sick the dog on her.
Rodney put on a clean shirt and all the buttons was missing,
Edna about the head and shoulders.
Edna knocked a fender off the car,
putting it in the garage,
Rodney never throwed a tattoo at her.
When all in the same day,
and run over his hunting dog
and gave him cold coffee,
Farms didn't do nothing to her.
And she ain't seen him since.
I ain't gonna be your pleasure fool no more
No, I ain't gonna be your
more I don't want your love and dear
Move it on out of here cause I ain't
gonna be your pleasure fool no more
I ain't gonna be the rooster in your pen
Cause I ain't gonna be the rooster
I ain't gonna let you be my
Well I ain't gonna let you be
my ball and chain no more
You play with every guy in town I'm
gonna burn your playhouse down
I ain't gonna let you be my
I ain't gonna be your candy man no more
No, I ain't gonna be your
Remember me to push your jacket
Cause I ain't gonna be your
