Luther Allison All the King's Horses lyrics

All the king's horses
All the farmer's mules
They can't even stop you
From givin' me the blues

That's wrong, little girl you are wrong
You got my mind messed up darlin'
You're gonna make me leave our happy home

All the truck drivers you know
All the taxi drivers that take you to the town
All the men you meet in the streets
I'm the only one that didn't let you down

That's wrong baby, little girl that's wrong
You got my mind messed up, baby

You gonna miss me when I'm gone

What you're doin' out there babe, don't you know that's wrong
One morning you'll come home and I'll be gone
Goin' back home, way down in Arkansas
You know we got troubles baby but I ain't gonna get in trouble with the law
I won't get in this trouble with the law baby girl

I'm in trouble with you baby, I guess it's because of what you do
Woah baby, I feel I'm in trouble with you
Goin' back home, way back down in Arkansas
Said, I got in trouble with you darlin'
But I swear I won't get in trouble with the law, I'm gonna get outa here