How many mo' yearsnBaby, now will I be your slave?nI say, how many mo' yearsnMama, now will I be your slave?nWell, now something been tellin' younWoo-well, now I'm tired of you low down dirty waysnnWhen I come home at nightnBaby, ev'rything is wrongnWhen I come home at nightnMama, ev'rything is wrongnNow you sit keep company all daynWoo-well-well, your man he will be gonennI often tell younTo be careful what you donWoo-hoo-well, brownnTo be careful what you donWell-now if it is right or wrongnWoo-well, somebody may tell on younn(piano - Peetie)nnI tried to be a real mannBut now it seems to be all in vainnWoo-hoo-ooo, girlnSeems to be all in vainnBut now you know if tell on you, babynWoo-well, now you going just the samennCan you tell me, babenIf you know just what right means?nWoo-well, brownnIf you know just what right means?nWell, you are about the dumbest womannWoo-well, then any woman I ever seen.