Brownsville Woman

I ain't got no sweet momma
Ain't got no momma at all
Yeah I am an orphan now
I ain't got me no honey
Cause I ain't got no money
But I'll get back to her somehow

I got holes in my pockets
I got holes in both my shoes
I'm a holy roller
And that's the gospel truth

Chorus
She's my Brownsville woman
She always treats me right
Skin as brown as molasses
Hair as black as the night
Yeah she's my Brownsville woman
She always treats me right

I wish I had some whiskey
Or a big bottle of wine
Cause I'm as dry as a bone
I'd drink it on a freight train
Or maybe on an airplane
I've just got to be movin' on

I think I'll go to Texas
Down to the Rio Grande
Tell my Brownsville woman
I'll be her Brownsville man

Chorus
She's my Brownsville woman
She always treats me right
Skin as brown as molasses
Hair as black as the night
Yeah she's my Brownsville woman
She always treats me right


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