(Sonny Boy Williamson)
Take your hands outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' let to loan to you

Take your hands outta my pocket
I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you
If you don't take your hand out

I'm gonna call the police on you

I got hip to your record

The first thirty-five seconds I got in town
I got hip, hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds that I got in town

If you don't take your fingers off my wallet
I believe the Man is gonna take you down
Whoa, yeah

Play the blues, n' blow

[Instrumental & sax solo]


(Jack Schroer on the saxaphone)


I don't mean anybody no harm
I just want what belong to me
I don't mean no one no harm, no-no

I just want, just want what belong to me

So, ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu!

I'll ask the judge to set you free.
Oh yeah