Karaoké Medley (live) Loretta Lynn

Take my man

I'm really country

Hello

You've come to tell me somethin'

You say I ought to know that he don't love me anymore and I have to let him go

You say you're gonna take him

Oh but I don't think you can

'Cos you ain't woman enough to take my man

Women like you they're a dime a dozen

You can buy 'em anywhere

For you to get to him

I'd have to move over and I'm gonna stand right here

It'll be over my dead body so get out while you can

'Cos you ain't woman enough to take my man

I wrote this about the same ol' gal

You've been makin' your brags around town that you've been lovin' my man

But the man I love when he picks up trash he puts it in a garbage can

That's what you look like for me and what I see is a pity

You better close your face and stay out of my way if you don't wanna go to Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City you better detour around my town

'Cos I'll grab you by the hair of the head and I'll lift you off the ground

I'm not a saint

My baby's a saint 'cos he ain't natty

Won't cat around with a kitty

I'm here to tell you you gotta lay off of my man if you don't wanna go to Fist City

Wonder who I wrote this about

You thought that I'd be waitin' up when you came home last night

You'd been out with all the boys and you end up half tight

Liquor and love they just don't mix

Leave that bottle or me behind

And don't come home a-drinkin' a-with lovin' on your mind

No don't come home a-drinkin' with lovin' on your mind

Just stay out there on the town and see what you can find

'Cos if you want that kind of love well you don't need none of mine

So don't come home a-drinkin' a-with lovin' on your mind

Well I like my lovin' done country style

And this little girl would walk a country mile

To find her a good old slow talkin' country boy

I said a country boy

I'm about as old-fashioned as I can be

So I hope you're likin' what you see

If you're lookin' at me you're lookin' at country

You don't see no city when you look at me 'cos country is all I am

I love runnin' barefooted through the old cornfields and I love that country ham

Well you say I'm made just to fit your plans but there's a barnyard shovel fit your hands

If your eyes are on me you're lookin' at country

If your eyes are on me you're lookin' at country