Got No Sugar Baby Now
....as sung by Frank Proffitt

Well, I've got no sugar baby now,
I've got no honey baby now.
It's all I can do; it's all I can say.
Send you to your Mama next payday,
Send you to your Mama next payday.

Well, I've drawed in my check,
Give her every dime I made.
What more could a poor boy do?
What more could a poor boy do?

Well, I've said all I can say,
I've done all I can do.
I'll send you to your Mama next payday.
I'll send you to your Mama next payday.

Well, I've got no sugar baby now,
I've got no honey baby now.
It's all I can do; it's all I can say.
Send you to your Mama next payday,
Send you to your Mama next payday.

Got no use for a red rocking chair
I've got no honey baby now.
I've got no honey baby now.

I've done all I can do,
I've said all I can say.
I'll send you to your Mama next payday.
I'll send you to your Mama next payday.

Lord I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow.
I'm going where them chilly winds don't blow.

I've done all I can do,
I've said all I can say.
I'll send you to your Mama next payday.
I'll send you to your Mama next payday.

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