Got tax in my shoes,
cause my baby she's gone
Sure enough got tax in my shoes,
cause my baby done gone
Well, the way she made love to me before she left,
don't trust her being on her own
You know she rolled me like she
rolled a flour dough
Sure enough, the woman,
rolled me like she rolled a flour dough
Well, I guess she had plans of never,
ever seeing me no more
Now I've got tacks in my shoes,
cause my baby turns on
Sure enough, y 'all, I've got tacks in my shoes,
cause my baby, she's gone
Well, I've got to find that woman
Don't trust a bean on her
own
Love like hers is so hard to find
A woman make love like her is
sure enough hard to find
Cause every time she makes love to me,
you know it just blows my mind
A one track mind is all I have left
A one track mind is all I have left
I can't stand to think about this
woman being with no one else.
Got tacks in my shoes,
cause my baby been gone.
Got tacks in my shoes,
cause my baby been gone.
Well, I just don't trust that
I'm a -bein' alone