Tekster:
Albert Collins

Went down to Albert's Alley Pick up on me a Collins mix Went to the bar an' ordered me a drink Tried to relax myself Looked around and saw two soul sisters

I went to work this mo'nin' My foreman looked me in the eye He said, "Fella I don't know what's wrong with ya But you look sick enough to die" He sent

When you told me it was all over, babe You thought all I ever was, was through, (ooooh!) When you told me it was all over, babe Thought all I ever was

I always live by the, golden rule Whatever happens, ha, don't blow your cool You gotta have nerves of steel And never show folks how you, honestly feel

Guitar solo & Instrumental Track

[Instrumental & guitar background during conversation] You take like, me an' my wife We got about four kids Found the next door neighbor, an' she says

If one thing in this world I just can't stand Is bein' at the table wit' an ill-mannered man Now, if he's sittin' on your left Before you could eat a

alright, ya'all (yeah!) You feel alright? (yeah!) That's what I'm talkin' about I said work now, let's get it! Let's get the organ a little bit! "Albert

You've been runnin' in the streets again But I'd never had a hand on you I've been a better man this year Than all the men that you've been through Don