Doors Mean Mustard Blues
Well baby, You been away so long, woman. I said baby, You've been away so long. Well come on back, baby Cause your man wants you home.
I got a fine little baby Weighs about five hundred pounds. I got a fine little baby Weighs about five hundred pounds. Well my woman makes love, boys You oughta come around.
Well we're fighting in the war, People gonna ball, Sitsaw conka cheecha aw... All right now, baby Well it's all right... I'm going home, Back where I belong.
"Oh Detroit, You're looking good, tonight. I feel good in Detroit City. Make those Cadillacs, And make those other cars...
You know what the blues is. You know. I know you people know out there. Cause I can feel you, I can feel you boogeyin' all night.
