Southern Can Is Mine

C              C/B         A
Now looka here mama let me tell you this
       C            C/B               A
If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist
           C        C/B         A
You might read from Revelations back to Genesee
               D7                     G7  C
But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me

C                 C/B        A
Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me
           D7       G7     C
Cause your southern can is mine

      C         C/B                          A
Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail
     C          C/B             A
Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail
C             C/B  A
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
     D7                            G7       C
Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound

C                C/B         A
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
           D7        G7    C
Cause your southern can is mine

         C                 C/B             A
You might take it from the south you might carry it up north
    C           C/B                    A
But understand you can't rule or either be my boss
C                C/B   A
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
D7                                 G7              C
When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest

C                C/B         A
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
            D7      G7     C            A7
Cause your southern can is mine ,in the morning
     D7           G7         C           A7
Your southern can belongs to me ,i'm not dreamin
     D7           G7         C
Your southern can belongs to me

   C                        C7
Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin
F                                            G#7
Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands
C                             C7
Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence
F                                    G#7
Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense

C                C/B         A
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
           D7       G7     C           A7
Cause your southern can is mine ,every bit of it
D7           G7         C
Southern can belongs to me

C                    C7
Get me a brick out of my backyard
F                        G#7
Give you the devil if you get kinda hard

C                C/B        A
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
           D7       G7     C                 A7
Cause your southern can is mine ,you hear me cryin
D7           G7         C
Southern can belongs to me
                       C    C/B  A7 D7 G7 C
Spank it a little bit, boy

          C                           C7
Well if I catch you momma down in the heart of town
          F                             G#7
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down

C              C/B           A7
Aint no use in bringing your stuff to me
            D7      G7     C
Cause your southern can is mine
          A7           D7           G7        C
Im talking to ya, your southern can belong to me

        C                           C7
You may get death-bed sick baby and graveyard bound
F                     G#7
Make your can moan go on like a hound

C              C/B            A7
Aint no use in bringing your stuff to me
           D7       G7     C
Cause your southern can is mine
            A         D7           G7        C
you hear me talking,  southern can belong to me
   C            C/B  A7
Oh spank it like that
C     C/B   A7              C  C/B A7 D7 G7 C
The way Ruthie Mae likes it
            D7        G7    C
'Cause your southern can is mine

C                            C7
Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red
F                    G#7
What I said get your grandma dead

C                C/B         A7
Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me
            D7       G7     C
'Cause your southern can is mine

C                               C7
You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce
F                      G#7
I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose

C                C/B         A7
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
            D7       G7              C        A
'Cause your southern can belongs to me ,every bit of it
D7           G7         C
Southern can belongs to me
C
Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing

C                C/B         A7
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
            D7       G7     C                 A
'Cause your southern can is mine ,you hear me talkin
     D7           G7         C
Your southern can belongs to me

C                                    C7
Might twiddle like a tadpole ,Let it jump like a frog
F                                 G#7
Every time I hit it you'll holler God oh God

C                C/B          A7
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
            D7       G7     C                 A
'Cause your southern can is mine ,You hear me talkin'
D7           G7         C
Southern can belongs to me
C
Now play it a little bit, just whup it
           C     C/B            A
Aww shucks. Play that thing boy
D7             G7         C
Southern can belo-ongs to me

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