Have Your Chill, I’ll Be Here When Your Fever Rises

Lyrics

[Verse: "Coot" Grant & "Kid" Wesley Wilson] Everything I tell you here these late-a-days Nothin' seems to be just right You're always asking me foolish questions Asked me where did I stay last night I'm gonna tell you just like a pal That I ain't no monkey gal I mean I ain't no monkey gal [Chorus 1: "Coot" Grant & "Kid" Wesley Wilson] I'm tired of givin' you my money I'm tired of washin' your clothes I'm tired of dressin' you up All you do, stand around and pose I'm tired of cookin' you chicken and mincemeat pies The only thanks I get is just two black eyes 'Cause you beat, you kick me, you knock me down too The reason I donе it, I'm just a fool about you You didn't want me, you didn't have to raise no sand You go back to your woman, I alrеady got my backdoor man Can't you understand? You got your pistol, mama do realize But what I do from now on, don't you be surprised 'Cause you can have your chill, but I'll be here when your fever rise [Chorus 2: "Coot" Grant, "Kid" Wesley Wilson, & Both] Didn't I tell you you was a angel and I was bound to treat you right? Yeah, but who in the devil ever heard tell a angel gettin' beat up every night? I told you I was gon' do all your cookin' and I was gon' cut up all your wood Now Wilson, when you told me that lie, you know you didn't mean me no good Didn't I promise to dress you like a angel? I'm too raggedy to go outdoors You done just what you said, you know them darn angels didn't wear no clothes Honey, I did more for you than your ma ever done And you run 'round here tellin' folks that you her only son Lord, you're talkin' 'bout quittin' me, my love just fell Ain't a doggone thing cookin', mama, what you smell? You can have your chill, but I'll be your doctor when your fever rise, I say You can have your chill, but I'll be here when your fever rise