Альбом Albert King

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

[Нет текста]

Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in
Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, I must've had too much weekend

Call my job, have someone operate my machine
Call my job, have someone operate my machine


You look so good to me this morning, I must've had too much weekend

Hang the hat off the hook, lock the door too, spend my time, making love to you
Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
I must've had too much weekend

I'm tired of being, your good time Charlie
To you, that's what I'm all about
The only time you wanna see me, girl
Is when you want me to take you out

I wined and dined you,
And kept you well dressed
I spent my hard earned money
To try to keep you impressed
The only reward from you
Was a goodnight kiss or two
But I got news for you,
All your good times are through

You better find yourself another good time Charlie
Do you hear me, child
You can go and find yourself another good time Charlie
Cause all of those good days from me is through

It's a bitter pill to swallow,
That thing they call pride
But you can't understand,
The hurt I feel inside
Like the old sayin' goes,
Girl you took me for a ride
You can go and find yourself another good time Charlie
Go ahead and find yourself, baby, mmm
Another good time Charlie

I'm tired of being, your good time Charlie
To you, that's what I'm all about
The only time you wanna see me, girl
Is when you want me to take you out

You keep on tellin' me, it's your social standin'
I can't afford your lifestyle, it's just too demandin'
Maybe someday you'll change, until this comes about
I got news for you girl, right now I'm checkin' out

You better find yourself another good time Charlie
Do you hear me darlin', yeah
I'm tired of bein' your good time Charlie
That's why I'm checkin' out, today