Wine-O-Woman

Me and my baby can't get along no more
Me and my baby can't get along no more
Lord she ain't nothing but a wino
Poor man I have to let her go

Now you know I asked my baby
"What's getting wrong with your mind?"
She said "Nothing"
Told "daddy you know what I need hon, buy another glass of wine"

But me and my baby can't get along no more
Lord she ain't nothing but a wino
Poor man I have to let her go

How you know I tried to wake her up
To fix my lunch
Breakfast was on time
Just soon as I (?) she holler "pass me my glass of wine"

But me and my baby can't get along no more
Cuz she ain't nothing but a wino
Poor man I have to let her go

Now you know I tried to treat her nice and I
Tried to treat her kind
Just as soon as my back turned
She had her another glass of wine

But me and my baby can't get along no more
Cuz she ain't nothing but a wino
Poor man I have to let her go