I Don’t Want to Be a Hoochi Coochie Man No Mo’

Maynard Ferguson - Pop, Jazz
I Don’t Want to Be a Hoochi Coochie Man No Mo’
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Duration: 4:39
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[Verse 1: Matt Wallace] Only one I'd seen She turned cold and mean My dream angel Oh, she left me flat Called me a dirty rat My baby's gone I don't wanna be a hoochie-coochie man no more [Verse 2: Matt Wallace] Turned to wine and booze Got to gambling, too Oh Lord, oh Lord I was lost and down Then wake up, wake up Look round, look round I don't wanna be a hoochie-coochie man no more (Oh no) [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: Matt Wallace] On my knees, dear Lord Lost forever more With no return Through the pearly gates The God of Eden waits The blues, oh Lord I don't wanna be a hoochie-coochie man no more (Oh) [Trumpet Solo] [Verse 4: Matt Wallace] I am [?] and I'm tirеd And I wanna go home No more gambling, no more womеn No more [?] I won't eat of the apple or listen to the snake No more, no more I don't wanna be a hoochie-coochie man no more, no more No more, no more Here I come, here I come Here I come, oh, here I come [Outro: Matt Wallace] A hoo-ah-woah, da-da-da-da-da-da-da I don't want a hoochie-coochie man no more Well, well, well
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Credits
- Writers
- Maynard Ferguson
- Chip McNeill
- Linda Taylor (Songwriter)
- Rudolph Mishaan