If the wife and I are fussin', brother that's our right
'Cause me and that sweet woman's got a license to fight
Why don't you mind your own business (Mind your own business)
'Cause if you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine.
Oh, the woman on our party line's the nosiest thing
She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring
Why don't you mind your own business (Mind your own business)
Well, if you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine.
I got a little gal that wears her hair up high,
the boys all whistle when she walks by.
Why don't you mind your own business (Mind your own business)
Well, if you mind your own business, you sure won't be minding mine.
If I want to honky tonk around 'til two or three
Now, brother that's my headache, don't you worry 'bout me.
Just mind your own business (Mind your own business)
If you mind your business, then you won't be mindin' mine.
Mindin' other people's business seems to be high—toned
I got all that I can do just to mind my own
Why don't you mind your own business (Mind your own business)
If you mind your own business, you'll stay busy all the time.
Well, I woke up this mornin' looked out the door
I can tell it was my milk cow
I can tell the way she lows
If you see my milk cow, please, drive her on home
'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since my cow's been gone
Well, you gotta treat me right day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down upon your knees and pray
'Cause you're gonna to need…
You're gonna need my help someday
Well, you're gonna be sorry you treated me this way
I know baby gone, she's left me to stay
I'm gonna leave you honey,
I'm gonna go far away
If you need me baby, please call me at home.
'Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since my baby's been been gone
Others' verses:
Well good evening, don't that sun look good going down
Well good evening, don't that sun look good going down
Don't your little world look lonely
When your lover ain't around
Sail on, sail on, sail on little girl, sail on
Sail on, sail on, sail on little girl, sail on
Well you're goin' to be wondering
Where in this world I've gone.
Well I tried everything baby to get along with you
Now I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna stop my cryin', gonna leave you alone
If you don't think I'm leavin' you just count the days I'm gone.
You won't see, you won't see my little face no more
You won't see, you won't see my little face no more
Well you're goin' to be sorry you turned me from your door.
Do you ever feel lonesome when you're down in San Antone
Beg steal or borrow two nickels or a dime to call you on the phone
I'll meet you at Alamo mission we can say our prayers
The Holy Ghost and the Virgin Mother will hear us as we kneel there
Chorus:
In the Midnight, In the Moonlight
In the Midnight Moonlight Moonlight
Did you ever feel sorrow for the deeds that you have done
With no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun
And the ocean is howling with things that might have been
And that last good—morning sunrise would be the brightest you've ever seen
Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message, and he wrote it on the wall
Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge
Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis, Tennessee
Last time I saw Marie, she's waving me good—bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information, please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee
—Bill Monroe
There's folks building homes as sweet as can be
They're levelling their yards and planting their trees
But my little hut I'll just let it be
Lord Jesus is building a mansion for me
A mansion for me (a mansion for me)
A mansion for me (a mansion for me)
Built by my Lord beyond Calvary
But my little hut I'll just let it be
Lord Jesus is building a mansion for me
Each day I am getting more ready to go
He's cleansing my sins more whiter than snow
I'm packing my troubles I'm bound with his love
Get ready to move to Heaven above
To you who have homes in this world below
Driving fine cars wherever you go
There's coming a time when we'll all pass away
Get ready to move with me on that day
I am a man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to old Kentucky
The place where I was borned and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble
No pleasure here on earth I find
For in this world I'm bound to ramble
I have no friends to help me now
It's fare thee well my own true lover
I never expect to see you again
For I'm bound to ride that northern railroad
Perhaps I'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley
For many years where I may lay
Then you may learn to love another
While I am sleeping in my grave
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you'll never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given
I'll meet you on God's golden shore
Mama don't allow no music playin' round here (X2)
Well, we don't care what Mama don't allow
Gonna play that music anyhow
Mama don't allow no music playin' round here
Mama don't allow no guitar playin' round here (X2)
Well, we don't care what Mama don't allow
Gonna play that guitar anyhow
Mama don't allow no guitar playin' round here
Mama don't allow no singin' round here (X2)
Well, we don't care what Mama don't allow
Gonna sing that song anyhow
Mama don't allow no singin' round here
Mama don't allow no hand clapping here (X2)
Well, we don't care what mama don't allow
We're gonna clap our hands anyhow
Mama don't allow no hand clapping here
Mama don't allow no foot stompin' round here (X2)
Well, we don't care what Mama don't allow
Gonna stomp my feet anyhow
Mama don't allow no foot stompin' round here
Chorus:
Make me down a pallet on your floor ( x2 )
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low,
Then maybe my good gal won't know
I'm goin' up the country through the sleet and snow ( x3 )
Ain't no tellin' just how fur I'll go.
I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee ( x3 )
I told you I's a comin' so you better look for me
Honey I can't lay down on your bed
No I can't lay down 'cross your bed
No you know I can't lay down cross your pretty bed
'Cause my good woman she might kill me dead
And don't let my good gal catch you here ( x2 )
If you do she might shoot you, cut and stab you, too,
Ain't no tellin' what all she might do.
Honey make me down a pallet on your floor (X2)
Honey make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know
The way I been sleepin', my back and shoulders' tired ( x3 )
Goin' turn over and try it on the side.
Additional verses:
I'm goin' up the country through the sleet and snow ( x3 )
Ain't no tellin' just how far I'll go
I'm tired and I can't work no more (X2)
Well I'm tired, lonesome, weary and I can't work no more,
Pretty baby now, make me a pallet on your floor
Come all you good time friends of mine, (X2)
Come all you good time friends of mine.
You're all around me now, well, now I'm doing fine,
But where were you when I only had a dime.
Where are all them good—time friends of mine? (X2)
When I had a dollar bill they treated me jus' fine;
Where are they now I don't have a dime?
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine—— (X2)
This New York water tastes like turpentine——
I'm goin' where the water taste like wine.
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow; (X2)
When I get to Mussel Shoals, without no place to go,
Make me a pallet on your floor.
