Grady Whatchewdid
You let me be your singer
Till I sang out of tune
You made me sing at midnight
But you left me howling at the moon now girl
You left me howling at the moon
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
I played you The Devil Got My Woman
I played it till my fingers bled
You said “Play it till your fingers are stone cold
and buzzards flying over your head now boy
buzzards flying over your head.”
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
I’m so downhearted I can’t keep it hid
I’m telling everybody bout it
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
Now I won’t drink your whiskey
And I won’t smoke your dope
You tell me that you still want to hang with me
I said “Baby put down that rope I beg ya
baby put down that rope.”
What you doin
What you doin
Now some folks prefer reefer
Some like french wine
I got lotsa cocaine
But you hit that turpentine from a rag
Hit that turpentine now woman
Hit that turpentine from a rag
Hit that turpentine
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
That’s what you did
I’m so downhearted I can’t keep it hid
I’m telling everybody bout that
That’s whatchewdid…. And you’re doing it to me right
now.
