I Shall Be Free - Witmark Demo - 1963

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Well, I took me a woman late last night
 I's three-fourths drunk, she looked all right
 'Til she started peelin' off her onion-gook
 She took off her wig, an' said, "How do I look?"
 I was high-flyin'
 Bare-naked
 Out the window
 Well, sometimes I might get drunk
 Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
 Don't hurt me none, it don't hurt my pride
 'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
 She's-a tryin' to hide
 Pretendin' she don't know me
 I's out there paintin' on the old woodshed
 When a can of black paint, it fell on my head
 I went down to scrub and rub
 But I had to sit in back of the tub
 Cost a quarter
 Half-price
 Well, my telephone rang, it would not stop
 It's President Kennedy callin' me up
 He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow?"
 I said, "My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot
 Anita Ekberg
 Sophia Loren"
 Country'll grow
 Well, I got a woman four feet short
 She yells and hollers and screams and snorts
 She tickles my nose, pats me on the head
 Rolls me over and kicks me outta bed
 She's a man-eater
 Meat-grinder
 Bad loser
 Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' all the time
 I got a woman who works herself blind
 Works up to her britches, up to her neck
 Writes me letters and sends me checks
 She's a humdinger
 Folk singer
 Late one day in the middle of the week
 Eyes were closed, I was half asleep
 I chased me, a woman up the hill
 Right in the middle of an air raid drill
 I jumped the fallout shelter
 I jumped the string-bean
 I jumped the TV dinner
 I jumped the shotgun
 Now, the man on the stand, he wants my vote
 He's a-runnin' for office on a ballot note
 He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
 Tellin' me he loves all kinds of people
 He's eatin' bagels
 He's eatin' pizza
 He's eatin' chitlins
 Oh, I set me down on the television floor
 I flipped the channel on to number four
 Out of the shower comes a football man
 With a bottle of oil in his hand
 Greasy kid stuff
 But I want to know, Mr. Football Man
 Is what do you do about Willie Mays?
 Martin Luther King
 Olatunji?
 Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
 Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
 She takes about fifteen baths a day
 Wants me to grow a mustache on my face, she's insane
 Well, ya ask me why I'm drunk all the time
 It levels my head and eases my mind
 I just walk along and stroll and sing
 I'll see better days, and I'll do better things
 I'll catch dinosaurs
 Make love to Elizabeth Taylor
 Catch hell from Richard Burton

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Duration
04:28
Key
2
Tempo
111 BPM

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