“It wasn’t a pretty sight, but she did it.”

It’s raining right now, otherwise I would go downstairs and grab a photo of what my porches look like now with the flowers on them!

I’m really happy, gang. But, wow, what a ton of work. I was so hot and sweaty and covered in potting soil. And really just exhausted by the time I was through. (About 5 hours.)

Mostly because it was really hot and humid out.

But I got everything done and put away about 3 seconds before it began to rain. So it worked out really great.

Another thing that worked out great (after it stopped raining) —

Yesterday evening was the start of what they call “Homecoming Weekend” here in the village. Where they close off most of 2nd Street and there are amusement rides and carnival food, live music, games.

2nd Street is one block over from me and the whole area gets filled with people and kids. So I was really happy that all my flowers were out, since it feels really festive around here and a lot of people walk by.

2nd Street

It’s called “Homecoming Weekend” because anyone who grew up around here and moved away, comes back to visit everyone.

And I was doubly happy about being ready for this because last year, right at Homecoming, that awful tornado hit and destroyed several businesses, dozens of homes, our Veterans Memorial Park, and it uprooted just a ton of beautiful trees.

This (below) had been one of the most beautiful homes in the village — it was the second oldest home, over 200 years old. It was huge, with a big double-veranda in front. And every Christmas, they had a big beautiful Christmas tree lit up right in the front window.

It was just heartbreaking to see, especially since it was the first house you’d come to when entering the village, so I had to drive past it twice a day. It’s completely demolished and gone now.

It feels good to be a part of moving on.

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Okay, here’s another thing I love about living out here.

The Honda dealership where I’ve, so far, bought or leased 4 Hondas in the last 8 years — they are really nice and really funny out there. Their Instagram page usually cracks me up. They post short videos that are just really, really sarcastic or just plain silly/stupid.

Anyway.

They are in the next county, where the police department has a volunteer Christian Ministry at the station. If you or someone in your family has been arrested or is the victim of something awful, there is always a minister on duty to counsel you or pray with you.

Just yesterday, the owner of the Honda dealership “got arrested” and wasn’t going to come out of jail until people donated $3500 to pay his bail. (The donations go to the police department’s volunteer Christian Ministry). There was a really cute video on Instagram to publicize it. I donated $20.

And by this morning, they already had $2350 in donations! Less than 12 hours later.

I just find that kind of stuff so cool.

Guys in the Hinterlands who work on cars

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And of course–

My favorite 94-year-old Japanese man was friends with Mr, Honda back in Tokyo. The real Mr. Honda. Why wouldn’t he be???

Sōichirō Honda

And Hondas are his favorite cars. (Mine, too (!!), but of course I never knew Mr. Honda!)

And once, several decades ago, when my client was a successful electronics engineering executive in Tokyo, he and Mr. Honda took a huge group of Boy Scouts on a campout at the base of Mt. Fuji. It was Japanese Boy Scouts/ US Boy Scouts, “the war is over let’s all be friends” kind of thing. There were about a hundred Boy Scouts in one giant tent!

Stock photo camping at the base of Mt. Fuiji

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Okay!

Meanwhile…

Sandra and I have only TWELVE PAGES of revisions to finalize before we head into pre-production in NYC!! This includes 3 musical numbers.

So, rather than needing to have the entire script revised by July 7th, we are doing it in segments, for each of the times we’ll be meeting up in NYC before the staged reading happens in mid-October.

Much more manageable!! Yay!! (And we’re almost done with those 12 pages, actually.)

And since I have 4 days off next week (I am trying hard to focus on getting writing done and cleaning the house, etc., rather than freaking out about the loss of $$$), this means she and I will have no problem being ready by July 7th.

It’s really happening, gang!! Yay!!

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From Ronnie Wood‘s newsletter today:

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And from my desktop stash!!

And you have FIVE days to buys those 3 remaining tickets to Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe (with bass player)!! Most of the tour is sold out.

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Also — if you follow Phil, his livestream last night was very interesting!

Kayfabe – June 5th, 2025 (1 hr):

And I think that’s it for now, gang. I gotta scoot.

Enjoy your glorious Friday, wherever you are in the world!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Our new Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!! 

Gram Parsons. A dear friend and inspiration of Keith’s. (2 mins):

I knew of the Flying Burrito Brothers, but did not know anything about Gram Parsons util he died (1973) and Keith spoke about it.

This is a photo that is forever on my wall — Keith, Anita, Gram Parsons (and I think Gram’s girlfriend?) at Keith’s home, Villa Nellcote, in the South of France, during the making of the legendary Exile on Main St double-album. Photo by Dominique Tarle. 1971.

Below is a beautiful cover of the Rolling Stones’ “Wild Horses”.

Gram Parsons & The Flying Burrito Brothers – “Wild Horses”, 1970. Enjoy, gang.

Finally!!

Okay, gang!

I finally got all the flowers, potting soil, etc., and today I’m going to be able to get all the flower boxes filled and out on the porches.

Sadly, due to Trump’s tariffs on petunias and impatiens, the price of flowers was really high this season. So I couldn’t buy as many as I usually do.

I am of course JUST KIDDING.

But I couldn’t buy as many as I usually do, only because I usually buy flowers over the Memorial Day holiday, when they are always on sale.

But this holiday season, as perhaps you recall, the Agency had me working like a crazy person. Plus, it was cold and rainy.

Anyway, better late than never and at least I have enough to put a few flowers on each porch. And the weather today is still beautiful, so I’m excited.

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On an interesting note–

I have a husband & wife client(s) that I usually see at least twice a week.

Over the past 2 days, for very different reasons, each of them has wound up in the hospital and both are heading to rehab for the rest of the month.

Yes. That means at least 7 shifts, gone. And right before I’m taking a week off to go to NYC.

But you know what??? I mean, I’m sorry that they are both having to go through rehab (again — 2nd time for each in the past 6 months), but I am so excited to finally have some unexpected free time to get the house clean and ready for summer, plant the flowers, work on the novel and the play. AND get back over to the shooting range. It’s been a month since I’ve been able to get back over there.

I am a little bit in shock to suddenly have all this time, but I am really, really happy. Everything will finally get done around here. And I can start keeping up with my neighbors!!

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Here something that’s disturbing…

It seems that THIS place–

— has switched who they buy their fortune cookies from!! They are now just the regular kind of fortunes you can get in any Asian restaurant across the country.

Gone are the uncanny fortunes at the end of a meal!! No irony whatsoever.

Gone are the reasons to save the little fortunes, take photos of them and post them to the blog!!

It’s a good thing that the staff their is really friendly and that the food there is great, otherwise there would be no point in going there anymore…

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Okay!!!

I really don’t have much else I can post about right now. There is some major stuff happening, but it’ll be awhile before I can blog about it.

Meanwhile, I want to get started on the flowers.

So here’s this!! From my personal desktop stash!!

And 6 more days before Switzerland!!! (Buy tickets here, if there are any left in the tour!!)

And now I gotta scoot!

Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Our Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!! 

Although Keith has had nothing too flattering to say about the times he worked with Chuck Berry in later years, Chuck Berry was still a huge influence on Keith’s sound when he was young.

And even though it doesn’t sound like Chuck Berry was a very nice person, I loved a lot of those early songs he wrote — especially this one!! — and I know them all by heart. And it was Keith Richards that first introduced me to his music.

Chuck Berry, “Maybelline”, 1955. Enjoy, gang.

“Maybellene”

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You done started doin’ the things you used to do

As I was motorvatin’ over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville
A Cadillac a-rollin’ on the open road
Nothin’ will outrun my V8 Ford
The Cadillac doin’ about ninety-five
She’s bumper to bumper, rollin’ side by side

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You done started back doin’ the things you used to do

The Cadillac pulled up to a hundred and four
The Ford got hot and wouldn’t do no more
It then got cloudy and started to rain
I tooted my horn for the passin’ lane
The rainwater blowin’ all under my hood
I know that I was doin’ my motor good

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You done started back doin’ the things you used to do

[Solo guitar]

Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You done started back doin’ the things you used to do

The motor cooled down, the heat went down
And that’s when I heard that highway sound
The Cadillac a-sittin’ like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten half a mile ahead
The Cadillac lookin’ like it’s sittin’ still
And I caught Mabellene at the top of the hill

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You done started back doin’ the things you used to do

c – 1955 – Chuck Berry

Holy Moly — Back Again!

Sorry I couldn’t post yesterday, gang, but life got seriously intense.

I will go into it another day, but meanwhile — life is back on track and I am in another incredibly happy mood!

The weather is glorious, for one thing — finally feels like summer!

And I cannot WAIT until I can tell you the details of all that is going on with pre-production for the staged reading of “The Guide to Being Fabulous” in NYC. As soon as I can, I will. But I am so excited!

And, meanwhile, I have a ton of stuff to take care of around the house before I leave for a week in NYC in early July — leaving a very good-natured cat sitter in charge of many kittens and thousands of cats.

But yesterday, my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man and I ran a couple of quick errands –including stopping off and buying most of my flowers to put out on my porches!!

I’m almost there, gang. My little happy paradise in the Hinterlands.

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Today, he and I are going out for sashimi and sake! (Or sushi and sake, if hell freezes over again…)

And here’s this!! We uncovered it the other day while looking through really old photos — his dad, doing a pilgrimage climb up Mt. Fuji in the early 1930s:

We also found a 71-year-old handwritten letter in MINT condition, which my client’s mother had written to him from Tokyo while he was in Divinity School in Kansas in 1954!!!

Entirely in Japanese. A very fragile letter, on that old-fashioned “Air Mail” stationary. Incredible! It was in such good condition.

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And here’s this!!!

Wendy and Kara and I had dinner here, in Granville, on Monday evening:

I got this on the internet– I don’t know the person in the photo

And I wore one of my new sundresses and it was a HUGE hit, gang. It really was:

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And here’s this!

Taken yesterday — Bobbie Jo, Bettie Jo, and Billie Jo.

Billie Jo, the grey one, is the one who is missing her 2 back feet. She’s still really tiny but she does great getting around — except that she can’t climb.

And here’s this!! (But don’t tell Little Blackie!!)–

I’ve finally chosen a local vet — only 15 minutes away, instead of 45. This is where Little Blackie will get spayed as soon as it’s safe for her to get it done (yes, you know you’re in the hills when you see a vet’s office that looks like this):

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And here’s THIS!!! Yay!!

It is finally available to view for free in the USA (click the LINK to watch it on YouTube):

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds LIVE – Accor Arena, Paris – ARTE Concert (2 hrs 31 mins):

And only 7 more days before Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe (with bass player) gets underway in Switzerland!!

Most shows on the tour are sold out but buy remaining tickets here!

And here’s this!!

Another fave “yesteryear” photo of Nick Cave from my desktop stash!!!

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And other than that — every spare moment I can find, I am going over my unpublished novel from 1998, The Curse of Our Profound Disorder, in preparation for its possible home with a small press in Pennsylvania.

And just FYI:

Fall 2001: The Curse of Our Profound Disorder, Top 10 Winner (4th Place) New Century Writer Awards

The Curse of Our Profound Disorder, Finalist, novel-in-progress, William Faulkner Writing Competition, New Orleans

October 1998: Honorable Mention in the 5th Annual Writer’s Network Screenplay & Fiction Competition: Curse of Our Profound Disorder, Chapter One

Okay!!

I gotta get ready to head to town.

Have a wonder-filled Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visiting!

I love you guys. See ya!

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Our new Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!! 

(And FYI — Little Richard blew my wee bonny little mind!! I loved him!! And here’s a cool story — when I finally found my birth father, he told me a story about being 15 and how he and his older brother Earl, jumped a freight train in Greenfield, Ohio, and went to a small club by the railroad tracks in Cincinnati to see Little Richard. They had to sneak into the club because they were underage. And then they hopped a freight train back home, in the wee small hours, and never got caught. My dad said that Little Richard was incredible. The club was packed. And Little Richard was totally flying, totally fucked up, and at one point he even threw up on his piano keys but kept right on playing!!)

Okay!!

Little Richard, “Good Golly Miss Molly”, 1958. Enjoy, gang!!

“Good Golly Miss Molly”

Good Golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.

From the early early mornin’ till the early early night
You can see Miss Molly rockin’ at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.

Well, now momma, poppa told me: “Son, you better watch your step.”
If I about Miss Molly, have to watch my dad myself.

Good golly, Miss Molly, so like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.

Good Golly Miss Molly, so like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.

I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me a clip if it’s a ting a-ling a-ling
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like a ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.

Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like a ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like a ball.
When you’re rockin’ and a rollin’ can’t hear your momma call.

c – 1958 – John Marascalco, R. Blackwell

“I’ve heard that thing about a day making a difference and all, but this is like night & day…”

Wow, gang!!

I slept great. My wee bonny peepers didn’t pop open until 5:28 AM!! The sun was coming up! It felt incredible, knowing I didn’t need to spring out of bed; didn’t need to go anywhere or do anything today unless I wanted to…

And it turns out — I want to!!

Me and Wendy and Kara are meeting up in Granville, later, to either have a late lunch or an early dinner and I am so excited!!

Downtown Granville

Not only because I get to hang out with them (yay!!), but also the weather is going to be fantastic!! Sunny. Upper-70s Fahrenheit. Which means I get to wear one of my new sun dresses. And sandals. So I’m finally going to paint my toenails!!

I usually keep them painted from May through September, but it’s been so cold and rainy this Spring, that I haven’t bothered. Until today… Yay!

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Okay.

A Happy Heavenly Birthday to Charlie Watts!!

I know people really like Steve Jordan, and I know Keith loves playing with him a lot. I have nothing against Steve Jordan, but for me, it’s just not the Stones sound without Charlie.

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Another happy thing about today, gang — I’m gonna go outside for a bit and pull some weeds, and then get the pots and stands and flowerboxes out of the barn and ready for when I buy the flowers and put them all out on the porches.

One step closer, gang! It makes my heart sing.

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Oh, and speaking of making my heart sing…

The other day, when I was in Rural King, there was a guy working the register that I’d never seen before, but it was clear he’d worked there a long time, just not on the register.

I was going to his lane but the customer in front of me had a lot of items, so I moved to the next lane, instead. But his lane freed up right away, so he actually called me back over.

“Come on, ” he said, waving. “I’m free.”

You don’t usually see that kind of enthusiasm in a checkout lane, least of all from a guy. So I went right over.

Let me say here that I am absolutely 100% old enough to be his grandmother… but, wow, was this guy totally my type.

The kind of long-haired, tall, dark, skinny guy that you can tell is nothing but trouble when he’s not on the clock. The kind of guy who would have driven a race car way too fast back in the old days. While smoking. You know, a wild thing.

And when he asked me what my “rewards” number was, and I told it to him, he stared right at me, while entering the numbers into the register — he never had to look down at the keyboard once and he got it completely right. “Marilyn?” he said. And then he sort of flirted with me … but not too much.

And , yes, my heart sang!

Shit! I couldn’t believe God still made guys like him!!! Wow. What a great day at the Rural King.

[Tom Petty & the Heart breakers, “Wild Thing ( You Make My Heart Sing)”, 1982]

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Nick Cave sent out a really beautiful Red Hand File this morning, affirming the value of having children, regardless of the state of the world at any given time. In part, he said:

“...I think that if we are to attribute any value to the future of the world and invest in its continuance, we must keep on populating it. Children are indicators of our faith in the world itself, they are emissaries of optimism, charging into the future with their pockets full of hope…

You can read it in full here.

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And what finally happens one week from tomorrow???

That’s right!! A mandatory meeting at the Agency to get new uniforms NO!!! Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe (with bass player) begins!! It is mostly sold out, but buy those few remaining tickets here!

And here’s another one from my desktop stash of fave photos of Nick Cave!!

And I think that’s going to be it for now.

I turned in all the revisions to Peitor yesterday afternoon and until I hear back from him, I get to sit here and work on my novel!! Yay!!

Honestly, such a great day around here. So different from yesterday.

Enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Okay!!!

Our new Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!! 

Howlin’ Wolf, “Little Red Rooster”, 1962. Enjoy, gang!!

“Little Red Rooster”

I have a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
I have a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Keep everything in the barnyard
Upset in every way

Oh the dogs begin to bark
And the hound begin to howl
Oh the dogs begin to bark
Hound begin to howl
Ooh watch out strange kind people
Cause little red rooster is on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster
Please drag him home
If you see my little red rooster
Please drag him home
There ain’t no peace in the barnyard
Since the little red rooster been gone

I have a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
I have a little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day
Keep everything in the barnyard
Upset in every way

c- 1961 – Willie Dixon

What Is It About June??

Or perhaps I should ask, “What is it about September?”

Is it a particularly frisky month? Because I know more people who have birthdays in June than in any other month of the year.

Well, I don’t actually “know” all of these people — but still.

A very happy birthday today to Wayne Lewis!! A previous husband and a dear friend!

These photos are kind of how I still think of Wayne — in the kitchen! We were both really good cooks and had dinner parties all the time. He’s in the kitchen in our apartment on West End Avenue here, preparing for a Christmas dinner party, early 90s (photos by moi!):

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And a very happy 78th birthday to Ronnie Wood!!

Officially, the first song he played on with the Rolling Stones was in 1974, “It’s Only Rock & Roll (But I Like It)”. And his first live song with them was on May 1st, 1975, “Brown Sugar.”

But here’s one of my favorite Ronnie Wood songs — with Rod Stewart and The Faces. (I think I posted this song here on his birthday last year…)

It is so hard to believe that I was listening to this stuff back in 1973 (and earlier)… I was still just a girl. But I didn’t feel as young as I was. Anyway, back then, music was my life.

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Okay!

I am moving really slow here today. I think I’m actually depressed. I am just ridiculously overworked these days. And I can’t keep the house clean, and haven’t even planted my summer flowers yet that I put out on my various porches every year. And that alone really depresses me.

I feel like I don’t have time to stop and focus, or enjoy my own life because of all these caregiver jobs that take so much out of me. And this is, allegedly, only part-time!! Because I’m semi-retired!! Whatever the fuck that means. Anyway.

It won’t last forever, but for now, I need the work.

Peitor’s expecting me to send him over the revisions of Acts 1, 2 and 3 of Episode 2 of the TV project by noon, and I still have about 15 more pages to edit, so I better scoot.

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But first!

I think I should have an entire category called “My absolute favorite Nick Cave photo of all time” because I don’t think I can narrow it down to just one photo–

So here’s another “absolute favorite of all time”!

Okay, enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Meanwhile…

Our new Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!! 

Jimmy Reed, “I Ain’t Got You”, 1960. Enjoy, gang!

“I Ain’t Got You”

I got a Eldorado Cadillac
Wit’s a spare tire on the back
I got the charge account at Goldblatt
But I ain’t got you

I got a tavern and a package store
Don’t matter where I go
You keep the ring in my nose
But I ain’t got you

I got a tavern an’a package store
I hit the numbers, four-forty four
I got a mojo and don’t you know?
I’m all dressed up, no place to go

I got a-women to the right of me
I got a-women to the left of me
I got a-womens all around me
But I ain’t got you

I got a-women on the right of me
I got a-women to the left of me
I got a-women all around me
But I ain’t got you
But I ain’t got you
But I ain’t got you
But I ain’t got you

c – 1960 – Calvin Carter