Now looka here mama let me tell you thisnIf you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fistnYou might read from Revelations back to GeneseenBut if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to menAin't no need you bringin no jive to menCause your southern can is minenMight go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jailnSome hotshot got money come and throw my bailnSoon as I get out, hit the groundnYour southern can worth two dollar, half a poundnAin't no need of bringing no stuff to mencause your southern can is minenYou might take it from the south you might carry it up northnbut understand you can't rule or either be my bossnTake it from the east, hide it in the westnWhen I get it mama, your can won't see no rest.nAin't no need of bringing no stuff to mencause your southern can is minen(in the morning)nyour southern can belongs to men(i'm not dreamin)nyour southern can belongs to me.nAh ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin,nevery time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands.nGive you a punch through that barb-wire fencenEvery time I hit you you'll say I've got no sensenAin't no need of bringing no stuff to mencause your southern can is minen(every bit of it)nsouthern can belongs to menGet me a brick out of my backyardngive you the devil if you get kinda hardnAin't no need of bringing no jive here honeyncause your southern can is minen(you hear me cryin)nsouthern can belongs to menSpank it a little bit, boy.nn[guitar run]nnAh, your southern can is mine.nNow if I catch ya mama down in the heart of townntake me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down.nAin't no need you bringin no stuff to me,nbecause your southern can belongs to men(I'm talkin to ya)nyour southern can belongs to me.nYou may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard boundnI'll make your can moan like a houndnAin't no need you bringin no stuff to menbecause your southern can is mine n(you hear me talkin)nsouthern can belongs to me.nn[Guitar run]nnOh spank it like that.nThe way Ruthie Mae likes it.nnCause your southern can is mine.nSit there unsteady with your eyes all rednwhat I said get your grandma dead.nAin't no need of bringing no jive to mencause your southern can is minenYou got to stop your barkin and raising the deucenI'll grab you mama and turn every way but loosenAin't no need of bringing no jive here honeyncause your southern can belongs to men(every bit of it)nsouthern can belongs to me.nn[Guitar run.]nn Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing.nnAin't no need of bringing no jive here honeyncause your southern can is minen(you hear me talkin)nyour southern can belongs to me.nMight twiddle like a tadpolenlet it jump like a frognEvery time I hit it you'll hollernGod oh GodnAin't no need of bringing no jive here honeyncause your southern can is minen(you hear me talkin)nsouthern can belongs to me.nNow play it a little bit, just whup it.nAww shucks. Play that thing boy.nSouthern can belo-ongs to me.nn