Lover My Stuff

I love my stuff babe, I want you to hop
 I love my stuff babe, I want you to hop
 And my rider got some way of shimmying swear it just won't stop
 Oh I know she want it hot babe sure don't want it cold
 I know she want it hot babe sure don't want it cold
 It would break my heart just to carry you and me no more
 And I keep on telling my rider well, keep your shimmy down (baby please keep it down)
 I keep on telling my rider keep your shimmy down
 Lord that jelly‑baking strut will make a monkey‑man leave his town
 Oh the lights burning dim in that black camp again
 The light burning dim in that black camp again
 It must a‑be the devil inside this barrel of gin
 Oh I wanna leave Mississippi now babe, before it be too late
 I wanna leave Mississippi before it be
 Too late (you know I gotta leave Mississippi)
 It may be like Twenty‑Seven High Water, swear it just won't wait
 Oh I once had a notion, Lord I believe I will
 I once had a notion, Lord I believe I will
 I'm going to go cross the river stop at Dago Hill