Take your hand out of my pocket, I ain't got nothing belong to you
Takey our hand out of my pocket, I ain't got nothing belong to you
Little girl if you don't stop ravish me, I will have to put the police on you
I heard about your reputation, no sooner I dropped in your town
I heard about your reputation, the minute I dropped in your town
You know I caught your hand in my pocket above the elbow, and the police got to take you down
Writer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson
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