It’s a Good Thing by The Beale Street Sheiks Lyrics
It's a good thing
It's a good thing to have more than one
It's a good thing
Now, when I was young gun in my prime
Six, eight different women all the time
Had a woman, God, her name was Lou
Take God almighty tell you what the woman would do
Another woman, God, her name Henrietta
Talk to six, eight men, said she never knew better
Another woman, God, her name was-a Jenny
Talk to white folks, black folks, she wouldn't 'fuse a lady
Another woman, God, her name was Mattie
She's a-slippin' and a-dartin' into some dark alley
Another woman, God, her name was Mae
A fresh man home, we got every day
I knocked Mae down, stomped in the face
Had my trouble 'mongst the police raid
I went to workhouse to work out my time
Had the same doggone woman on my mind
By the time I got out, Lord, I drunk a little gin
I tore right back to Mae's house again
By the time I got in the house she ready to have a little fun
Made me come back about 'n' I got more than one
It's a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing to have more than one, one woman
A-let me tell you little something, don't you raise no fuss
Most these young women won't do the truck
Bow-legged from the ankle, plum to the knee
Just full of done-devilment as they can be
While you're out, man, tryin' to study some plan
She's a-winkin' and a-blinkin' at another man
You get out of sight, you're peepin' through the crack
I wonder how long 'fore the old man get back
Her man get back, you're ready to have a little fun
'Fore you get out of sight, she got more than one
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
And now I'm gettin' old, Lord, my head getting' grey
Lord, I'm not bow-legged but I walk that way
Claim to be the oldest rider of the barn
I've known about women long before I got grown
Some in the daytime, some at night
How in the world do you treat any laborin' man right?
The time you get out you're ready to primp your head
Turn around, slippin' there, jumpin' in your bed
You jump in your bed, begin to have a little fun
Next thing you want to know, got a little on you done
A little on you done from three or four
Talkin' around before your old man go
You may be brown-skin, your color may be black
What I say about these women, I won't take it back
I get drunk, love to have my fun
Most all the women got more than one
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing to have more than one
One woman'll never do
It's a good thing to have more than one
It's a good thing
Now, when I was young gun in my prime
Six, eight different women all the time
Had a woman, God, her name was Lou
Take God almighty tell you what the woman would do
Another woman, God, her name Henrietta
Talk to six, eight men, said she never knew better
Another woman, God, her name was-a Jenny
Talk to white folks, black folks, she wouldn't 'fuse a lady
Another woman, God, her name was Mattie
She's a-slippin' and a-dartin' into some dark alley
Another woman, God, her name was Mae
A fresh man home, we got every day
I knocked Mae down, stomped in the face
Had my trouble 'mongst the police raid
I went to workhouse to work out my time
Had the same doggone woman on my mind
By the time I got out, Lord, I drunk a little gin
I tore right back to Mae's house again
By the time I got in the house she ready to have a little fun
Made me come back about 'n' I got more than one
It's a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing to have more than one, one woman
A-let me tell you little something, don't you raise no fuss
Most these young women won't do the truck
Bow-legged from the ankle, plum to the knee
Just full of done-devilment as they can be
While you're out, man, tryin' to study some plan
She's a-winkin' and a-blinkin' at another man
You get out of sight, you're peepin' through the crack
I wonder how long 'fore the old man get back
Her man get back, you're ready to have a little fun
'Fore you get out of sight, she got more than one
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
And now I'm gettin' old, Lord, my head getting' grey
Lord, I'm not bow-legged but I walk that way
Claim to be the oldest rider of the barn
I've known about women long before I got grown
Some in the daytime, some at night
How in the world do you treat any laborin' man right?
The time you get out you're ready to primp your head
Turn around, slippin' there, jumpin' in your bed
You jump in your bed, begin to have a little fun
Next thing you want to know, got a little on you done
A little on you done from three or four
Talkin' around before your old man go
You may be brown-skin, your color may be black
What I say about these women, I won't take it back
I get drunk, love to have my fun
Most all the women got more than one
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing
Ain't it a good thing to have more than one
One woman'll never do