Pay Day - The Blues Preachers

Well I did all I can do

And I can't get along with you

I'm gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

Pay day

Pay day

I'm gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

Now the rabbit's in a log

And I lost my rabbit dog

And I hate to see that rabbit

Get away

Get away

Get away

Well I hate to see that rabbit

Get away

Just about a week ago

I stole some ham and egg

I'm gonna keep my skillet greasy

If I can

If I can

If I can

I'm gonna keep my skillet greasy

If I can

Now the hounds are on my track

I got me knapsack on my back

I'm gonna make it to my shanty

'Fore day

'Fore day

'Fore day

I'm gonna make it to my shanty

'Fore day

Now I've done all I can do

And can't get along with you

I'm gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

Pay day

Pay day

I'm gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

Take you to your mama

Gonna take you to your mama

I'm gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

I'm gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

Gonna take to your mama

Pay day

A gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

Gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

Pay day

A gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

A gonna take you to your mama

Pay day