When I think about my baby I got evil on my mind When I think about that woman I got evil on my mind It brings teardrops to my eyes And sends chills all
pain If it's gonna rain down misery How come it all has to fall on me I've had my share, of love, life and money Lost all 3 ways, I'm here to tell ya
Shake your moneymaker Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker, yeah Shake your moneymaker You got to shake your moneymaker And then I
see a thing Got me accused of petting I can't even raise my hand Bad luck Bad luck is killing me Well, I just can't stand No more of this third degree
wonderful time I was high, high as a Georgia pine You know the gypsy carried me all down on Rampart Street I seen everybody that I wanted to meet She said, "Hey Johnny
Tin Pan Alley is a dirty place The very place my baby loves to stay Tin Pan Alley blues is killin' me It's killin' me I met a women down there I really
These women loving each other You know they ain't thinkin' about no man They ain't keepin' secrets no more They playing a wide open hand I saw a little
name Bad luck Bad luck is killing me (it's killing me) Well I just can't stand No more of this third degree Can't stand of this third degree [Instrumental
