I once heard my grandpa say
I'm getting old
and my hair's turning gray
And they can say what they want about me
But I still like my women, you see
Now they can take away
my walking cane
They can take away my everything
But no, no, no
Don't take away my love and estate
Why, no!
Don't take away my love and estate
Oh, no
Don't take away my good man
All right
There was a blind man
sittin' on the corner
Selling pencils for a dime
A woman passed by,
the blind man said, Ain't that woman fine?
I said, Mister, tell me, how do you know
When you're blind and you cannot see?
He said, I can tell by
the way she smells
When the sweet thing passed by me
Ha!
He said, now when I lost my eye
It caused me pain
But leave it to my woman
I can still do my thing now
It didn't take away my lovin' stick
Oh, no!
It didn't take away my lovin' stick
Oh!
Didn't love him, lovin' stick
All right
L -O -V -E -I -N -G
My good, good lovin' stick
My neck bone's connected
to my back bone
My back bone's connected
to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my leg bone
And somewhere in between
is my love bone
Alright
Now I wanna tell y 'all before I quit
I call my love for my loving stick
Oh!
Don't you take away my loving stick
I need it when she teases me
I need it, when she holds me
I need it, everybody
Oughta need it, a love mistake
Everybody, sometimes
You better check yourself