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Bobby Lindstrom: MUSIC

Mandatory Mad Ex Husband Blues

(Bobby Lindstrom: Hungry, Cold And Blue)
November 9, 2009
Robert V. Lindstrom
This one has some truth in it, and also for your listening enjoyment, some stuff I just made up. The moral is the same. Let 'er roll.
She my baby, ain't no maybe,
And I'll tell everybody in the neighborhood
She's a good'n, 'nilla puddin',
And she know 'bout every way to do me good
Motorcycle rumblin' from a Texas town,
Maybe thump her in the head and try to tie her down
But she don't want none of that she's tryin' to lose
The mandatory mad ex husband blues
She's my baby, ain't no maybe
And she can do whatever she choose

Goin' steady, gettin' ready
For some all night rockin' in my baby's arms
Well I told her when I hold her
That the right kind of lovin' never did ya no harm
California Cadillac limosine
Chasin' her around and cryin' "baby please"
But none of these people seem to understand
She wants a little freedom, that's why I'm her man
She's my baby, ain't no maybe
And I dont want to tell you again

In the mornin' I got a warnin'
There's a big rock singer's gonna make her beg
Well he caught her but he didn't want her
And he ran off with his tail tucked between his legs
I began laughin' as he ran away
I know that every dog has got to have his day
But here's a little something that he don't know
If you're gonna keep her, got to let her go
She's my baby, ain't no maybe and
She's way too hip
She's way too hip
She's way too hip aowww!
She my baby, ain't no maybe
And she don't wanna tell you no more
She my baby, ain't no maybe
And she don't wanna tell you no more