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| Song: | Climbing on Top of the Hill |  
| Album: | London 1958 | Genres: | Blues |  
| Year: |  | Length: | 184 sec |  Lyrics: 
 My baby done chained, well, she done chained the lock on the doorMy baby done chained, well, she done chained the lock on the door
 Well, she said: 'That key you got, Sonny,
 Woo-oh, won't fit this old lock no more'
 I went home last night by half past 10,
 I tried to get the key in the lock, people
 And I couldn't get it in
 'Cause the woman done chained, well,
 She done chained the lock on the door
 Well, she said:
 'That little rusty key you got, Sonny,
 Oh, won't fit this old lock no more'
 I wanna let you all know people, I couldn't get in my house
 'Cause I had did wrong or something, you know, she told me
 I have been wrong, she locked me out
 Well, I's out, out there in the dark at night
 Over a friend of mine come up to the door after he says
 'Sonny, what you doin' out here man?'
 I says: 'Man, I can't get in my house'
 He says: 'What you mean, you can't get in your own house?'
 I said: 'Man, the old lady chained the lock on the door'
 He say: 'It's too bad for you buddy'
 I say: 'Man, you can't tell me nothin' make me feel good?'
 He say: 'Oh, no, man, I can't tell you nothin' make you feel good
 I say, go ahead tell me one them bad on that man'
 And this what the fool said, he said:
 'Go around, man,
 And peep in that window and see who else she got in there'
 You know I went around there and I did that too
 I walked around to my window to see her, I could see
 She hugged and kissed another big ol' man and I know he warn't me
 'Cause she done chained, well, she done chained the lock on the door
 Well, she said: 'That key you got, Terry,
 Whoo-oh, won't fit this ol' lock no more'
 I'm gonna play it a little now
 I called the woman up, 'Honey, what you want Sonny Terry to bring?'
 You know, she whispered low and evil: 'Don't bring a doggone thing
 'Cause I done chained, oh, I done chained the lock on the door'
 Well, she said: 'That key you got,
 Butthead, oh, won't fit this old lock no more'
 Yeah, yes, yes, 'Won't fit this old lock, lock no more'
 Woo, oh, woo, oh, yeah
 
 
		
		
	
 
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