Groovin' Time

Otis Redding

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    It's groovin' time-that's what my baby told me
    If you can't groove me, boy, you might as well let me be
    It's lovin' time-that's what my baby told me
    If you can't love me, boy, you might as well let me be
    Now, she said she don't want me hanging in the street
    Don't want me going down seeing old Pete
    Hanging out on Broadway is not her stick
    Staying up late at night is not her kick
    Wants me to tease her all the time
    Wants me to love her later in the night
    That's what she told me
    If you can't do it, boy, you might as well let me be
    Baby, it's groovin' time-that's what my baby told me
    If you can't groove me, boy, you might as well let me be
    Said she don't want me shootin' no pool
    Running in the street, acting like a dog-gone fool
    Said she just want me to stay at home
    Just tend to my business-leave other people alone
    Said she don't want me hanging in them nightclubs
    All them Broadway funky, funky nightclubs
    That's what she told me
    If you can't do it, boy, you might as well let me be
    It's groovin' time-that's what my baby told me
    If you can't groove me, boy, you might as well let me be

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    Composition: Stephen Cropper and Otis Redding

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