by Deadric Malone / Herman "Junior" Parker
recording of 1960-'61
from Junior's Blues/The Duke Recordings, Vol. 1 (MCA MCAD-10669), copyright notice
I got four days to love my baby, three days to leave yours alone
I got four days to love my baby, three days to leave yours alone
That's why I say nothin', hear nothin', see nothin', I don't know nothin'
I got four days to love my baby and three days to leave yours alone
I says on Monday mornin' she brings my breakfast to my bed
Tuesday, she rubs my achin' head
Wednesday, she squeeze me with all her might
Thursday, she makes ev'rything all right
That's why I say nothin', hear nothin', see nothin', I don't know nothin'
I got four days to love my baby and three days to leave yours alone
I says on Fridays, she brings me all her pay
Saturday, we go out to play
Sunday, we go to church
Be around when I need a break
That's why I got four days to love my baby
I got three days, to leave yours alone
I got four days to love my baby
I got three days, to leave yours alone
She make me shout, oh shout!
In the mornin', she makes me shout!
In the evenin', she makes me shout!
Ev'ryday now, she makes me shout!
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Shout, I wanna shout
My baby, she makes me shout
My baby, she makes me shout
Ev'ryday now, she makes me shout
My baby, she makes me shout
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Shout! gonna shout
Shout! gonna shout
Ev'ryday now, I come in
I gotta have my baby
I'm gonna shout
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Fading:
Woo, woo, woo, woo
