Lyrics:

(G. Johnson)



Well, rolling pin a-rolling

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Although it makes me holler, you know

I'm gonna run back home to my baby

Home to my baby



I swear, I know my old bulldog, Lord

Anytime I hear him bark

Lord, and I swear I know my woman

When I feel her in the dark

In the dark



I asked my gal to marry me, boys...

Whadda ya think she said?

She said, 'I wouldn't have you, Mr. Johnson, not now,

Not if all the rest was dead.'

That's what she said



Just like a woodpecker peck all morning

On the schoolhouse door

Lord have mercy, but he pecked so long

'Til his pecker got sore

Well, he's coming back for more



What makes my baby so hard on a man?

Is there something you see, woman

That a man can't understand?

It must have been the devil

That put me here

And cause a man to question

Just what he held so dear

I swore that I would never

Get caught back here no more

I don't want 4 a.m. catching me

On the wrong side of your door



Lost my good intention, Lord

How I wish I could get it back

Leave me with my head bust open

It must have slipped right through the crack

...Still, I'm coming back...