Tekster: Black Crowes. The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion. 99 lbs.

Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
In each and every kiss
You would know what I'm talking about
If you ever had a love like this

I don't mean to be frank with you all
'Cause God knows it's a natural fact
The good things come in small packages, yes
You got to play with that, well, well, I said

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul

Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
You got in each and every touch, yes
Twenty-five pounds of understanding, my woman
I don't worry you much

Twenty-four pounds of something
Oh, that I can't see
Oh, they put into all together
Ninety-nine pounds in a bag [Incomprehensible]

Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds, ninety nine
Ninety nine pound, sing ya babe, c'mon