Howlin'

Yazan


I don't mind my baby behaving like she do
Someday you'll want me mama, lord knows I won't want you

I'd rather be buried somewhere deep in the sand
Than to see you mama hold another man

I bought you clothes, I bought a diamond ring
And the way you treat me, and you don't even feel a thing

You got me howling, down on bended
I'll walk someday, lord and you'll be calling me

Well I couldn't do nothing but ring my hands and cry
I rolled and I tumbled, I tossed and turned all night


Autor(es): Yazan Fahmawi