C
My little woman causes me a whole lot of trouble sometimes
                    F
She worries me so bad

I don't know what to do
       G    A
I take a walk
                                             C
Figure the rolling of my feet would come to ease my mind
               F
I'll just go away

And I won't know
               C
Where I'm going

   F
And I won't know where
                 C
That I am going to
        F
Cause she bugger me

She bugger me
                      C
Oh man, she'd bugger you

  F
I'm with you in the morning, baby
                     C
'till the break of day
F
I know you won't take my heart
                       C
Tryin' to make me go away
 G
Seems like everybody
                    F              C
Has got a little hard luck, sometime
            G              F
And I know one thing for sure, baby
                   C
I've been having mine
F                      C
Baby, I've been having mine


We had one of them old fleabag apartments
 F
You know the kind I mean

You walk up on the fifth floor there
                   G
Sometimes on a sunny day from the roof
          Em                                  C
You can see them flying kites in Washington Square

I go up on the roof and I watch her hanging up the clothes and I'd say to her:
            F
"Wash the clothes, Sweedeedee
                       C
And hang 'em on the line
       F
I can see by the way you wash the clothes
                       C
Your cooking must be fine"

[Verse]
          F
I'm with you in the morning, baby
                   C
'till the break of day
                         F
Well, I know you don't want my heart
                      C
Tryin' to make me go away
   G
Seems like everybody
                     F       C
Got a little hard luck sometime
                          G  F
And I know one thing for sure
                  C
I've been having mine
F                        C
Baby, I've been having mine

                                                              F
I remember that old scumbag coffee shop we used to hang out at

The manager there he'd let us stay without paying a cover
                                   G
And I was always asking her sometime
                    Em   C
We gotta leave the city

And I'd say to her:
     F
"You wash them clothes, Sweedeedee
                      C
And hang 'em on the line
   F
And I can see by the way

You wash the clothes
                      C
Your cooking must be fine"

  F
I'm with you in the morning baby
                     C
'till the break of day
                           F
I know you won't take my heart
                  C
Don't make me go away
 G
Seem like everybody
        F                     C
Got a little hard luck, sometime
                          G      F
And I know one thing for sure, baby
                  C
I've been having mine
F                      C
Baby, I've been having mine

F
You wash them clothes, Sweedeedee
                      C
And hang them on the line
           F
And I can see by the way

You wash the clothes
                      C
Your cooking must be fine