| Song | Whatchewdid |
| Artist | Grady |
| Album | Calling All My Demons |
| 作词 : G Johnson/B Richardson | |
| 作曲 : G Johnson/B Richardson | |
| You let me be your singer | |
| Till I sang out of tune | |
| You made me sing at midnight | |
| But you left me howling at the moon now girl | |
| You left me howling at the moon | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| I played you The Devil Got My Woman | |
| I played it till my fingers bled | |
| You said “Play it till your fingers are stone cold | |
| And buzzards flying over your head now boy | |
| Buzzards flying over your head.” | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| I’m so downhearted I can’t keep it hid | |
| I’m telling everybody bout it | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| Now I won’t drink your whiskey | |
| And I won’t smoke your dope | |
| You tell me that you still want to hang with me | |
| I said “Baby put down that rope I beg ya | |
| Baby put down that rope.” | |
| What you doin | |
| What you doin | |
| Now some folks prefer reefer | |
| Some like french wine | |
| I got lotsa cocaine | |
| But you hit that turpentine from a rag | |
| Hit that turpentine now woman | |
| Hit that turpentine from a rag | |
| Hit that turpentine | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| That’s what you did | |
| I’m so downhearted I can’t keep it hid | |
| I’m telling everybody bout that | |
| That’s whatchewdid…. And you’re doing it to me right now |
| zuò cí : G Johnson B Richardson | |
| zuò qǔ : G Johnson B Richardson | |
| You let me be your singer | |
| Till I sang out of tune | |
| You made me sing at midnight | |
| But you left me howling at the moon now girl | |
| You left me howling at the moon | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| I played you The Devil Got My Woman | |
| I played it till my fingers bled | |
| You said " Play it till your fingers are stone cold | |
| And buzzards flying over your head now boy | |
| Buzzards flying over your head." | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| I' m so downhearted I can' t keep it hid | |
| I' m telling everybody bout it | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| Now I won' t drink your whiskey | |
| And I won' t smoke your dope | |
| You tell me that you still want to hang with me | |
| I said " Baby put down that rope I beg ya | |
| Baby put down that rope." | |
| What you doin | |
| What you doin | |
| Now some folks prefer reefer | |
| Some like french wine | |
| I got lotsa cocaine | |
| But you hit that turpentine from a rag | |
| Hit that turpentine now woman | |
| Hit that turpentine from a rag | |
| Hit that turpentine | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| That' s what you did | |
| I' m so downhearted I can' t keep it hid | |
| I' m telling everybody bout that | |
| That' s whatchewdid. And you' re doing it to me right now |