Gotta Let You Go Lyrics
| Song | Gotta Let You Go |
| Artist | Joe Hill Louis |
| Album | The Sun Records Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| Let's go | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Hey, Caledonia | |
| Now where in the world've you been? | |
| Gone to find your soul | |
| I been here all day afternoon tryna get somethin' to eat | |
| You downtown there, drinkin' wine and feelin' fine | |
| When I come home from work and all I heard | |
| Jess told me that he saw my wife downtown there | |
| Hangin' 'round them beer garden, drinkin' wine and feelin' much fine | |
| Ain't no use you standin' up there lookin' like me three sheets in the wind | |
| 'Cause I take one of these lawn chairs and knock you on your knees | |
| Then we all gotta go to jail | |
| 'Course I don't care 'cause I'm tired of messin' with ya | |
| You know when I first met ya, baby | |
| I told you that I would do everything I could for you | |
| Buy you fine clothes, a big automobile | |
| Now look what you doin' | |
| Ridin' around here with these cats in these long straight pants and long toe shoes | |
| Come tellin' you 'bout: "You gon' have plenty money" | |
| Now you know that ain't ever gon' work with the be-bop boys | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 'Cause, I'ma let you go | |
| Yes, I'm gon' let you go | |
| You ain't no good no more | |
| I'm gonna let you go, can't stand in your way | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Now, look at you here, baby | |
| Talkin' 'bout you got plenty of money | |
| Your toes all stickin' out there | |
| Your hair all nappy there | |
| And your clothes all torn | |
| How in the world you been? | |
| I'm workin' hard every day, you eatin' up all my meat | |
| Won't get up and cook me nothin' to eat | |
| I'm diggin' and slavin' and cuttin' up that concrete | |
| I'm just about got cold feet | |
| I'm 'bout to let that woman go | |
| Hang around these beer gardens with these garbage cans | |
| Now look, I'ma talk about you now | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Yes, I told your mother | |
| Yes, I told your brother | |
| Yes, I told your mother | |
| I got to let you go | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Now look at her, boy | |
| Head all nappy, there | |
| Her toes is all stickin' there | |
| She ain't had her hair fix yet in 'bout seven years, boy | |
| Hangin' 'round these garbage cans and everything | |
| I mights got cold feet, I'm 'bout to let that woman go | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Yes, I don't love you no more | |
| I don't love you no more | |
| I don't love you no more | |
| I got to let you go |
| Intro | |
| Let' s go | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Hey, Caledonia | |
| Now where in the world' ve you been? | |
| Gone to find your soul | |
| I been here all day afternoon tryna get somethin' to eat | |
| You downtown there, drinkin' wine and feelin' fine | |
| When I come home from work and all I heard | |
| Jess told me that he saw my wife downtown there | |
| Hangin' ' round them beer garden, drinkin' wine and feelin' much fine | |
| Ain' t no use you standin' up there lookin' like me three sheets in the wind | |
| ' Cause I take one of these lawn chairs and knock you on your knees | |
| Then we all gotta go to jail | |
| ' Course I don' t care ' cause I' m tired of messin' with ya | |
| You know when I first met ya, baby | |
| I told you that I would do everything I could for you | |
| Buy you fine clothes, a big automobile | |
| Now look what you doin' | |
| Ridin' around here with these cats in these long straight pants and long toe shoes | |
| Come tellin' you ' bout: " You gon' have plenty money" | |
| Now you know that ain' t ever gon' work with the be-bop boys | |
| Chorus | |
| ' Cause, I' ma let you go | |
| Yes, I' m gon' let you go | |
| You ain' t no good no more | |
| I' m gonna let you go, can' t stand in your way | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now, look at you here, baby | |
| Talkin' ' bout you got plenty of money | |
| Your toes all stickin' out there | |
| Your hair all nappy there | |
| And your clothes all torn | |
| How in the world you been? | |
| I' m workin' hard every day, you eatin' up all my meat | |
| Won' t get up and cook me nothin' to eat | |
| I' m diggin' and slavin' and cuttin' up that concrete | |
| I' m just about got cold feet | |
| I' m ' bout to let that woman go | |
| Hang around these beer gardens with these garbage cans | |
| Now look, I' ma talk about you now | |
| Chorus | |
| Yes, I told your mother | |
| Yes, I told your brother | |
| Yes, I told your mother | |
| I got to let you go | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now look at her, boy | |
| Head all nappy, there | |
| Her toes is all stickin' there | |
| She ain' t had her hair fix yet in ' bout seven years, boy | |
| Hangin' ' round these garbage cans and everything | |
| I mights got cold feet, I' m ' bout to let that woman go | |
| Chorus | |
| Yes, I don' t love you no more | |
| I don' t love you no more | |
| I don' t love you no more | |
| I got to let you go |
| Intro | |
| Let' s go | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Hey, Caledonia | |
| Now where in the world' ve you been? | |
| Gone to find your soul | |
| I been here all day afternoon tryna get somethin' to eat | |
| You downtown there, drinkin' wine and feelin' fine | |
| When I come home from work and all I heard | |
| Jess told me that he saw my wife downtown there | |
| Hangin' ' round them beer garden, drinkin' wine and feelin' much fine | |
| Ain' t no use you standin' up there lookin' like me three sheets in the wind | |
| ' Cause I take one of these lawn chairs and knock you on your knees | |
| Then we all gotta go to jail | |
| ' Course I don' t care ' cause I' m tired of messin' with ya | |
| You know when I first met ya, baby | |
| I told you that I would do everything I could for you | |
| Buy you fine clothes, a big automobile | |
| Now look what you doin' | |
| Ridin' around here with these cats in these long straight pants and long toe shoes | |
| Come tellin' you ' bout: " You gon' have plenty money" | |
| Now you know that ain' t ever gon' work with the be-bop boys | |
| Chorus | |
| ' Cause, I' ma let you go | |
| Yes, I' m gon' let you go | |
| You ain' t no good no more | |
| I' m gonna let you go, can' t stand in your way | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now, look at you here, baby | |
| Talkin' ' bout you got plenty of money | |
| Your toes all stickin' out there | |
| Your hair all nappy there | |
| And your clothes all torn | |
| How in the world you been? | |
| I' m workin' hard every day, you eatin' up all my meat | |
| Won' t get up and cook me nothin' to eat | |
| I' m diggin' and slavin' and cuttin' up that concrete | |
| I' m just about got cold feet | |
| I' m ' bout to let that woman go | |
| Hang around these beer gardens with these garbage cans | |
| Now look, I' ma talk about you now | |
| Chorus | |
| Yes, I told your mother | |
| Yes, I told your brother | |
| Yes, I told your mother | |
| I got to let you go | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Now look at her, boy | |
| Head all nappy, there | |
| Her toes is all stickin' there | |
| She ain' t had her hair fix yet in ' bout seven years, boy | |
| Hangin' ' round these garbage cans and everything | |
| I mights got cold feet, I' m ' bout to let that woman go | |
| Chorus | |
| Yes, I don' t love you no more | |
| I don' t love you no more | |
| I don' t love you no more | |
| I got to let you go |
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