Fist City

(альбом: Writes 'Em And Sing 'Em - 1970)

You've been making your brags around town
That you've been a-loving my man
But the man I love, when he picks up trash
He puts it in a garbage can
And that's what you look like to me
And what I see is a pity
You'd better close your face and stay out of my way
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City
You'd better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of your head
And I'll lift you off of the ground
I'm not a-saying my baby is a saint, 'cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

Come on and tell me what you told my friends
If you think you're brave enough
And I'll show you what a real woman is
Since you think you're hot stuff
You'll bite off more than you can chew
If you get too cute or witty
You better move your feet, if you don't wanna eat
A meal that's called Fist City

If you don't wanna go to Fist City
You'd better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of your head
And I'll lift you off of the ground
I'm not a-saying my baby is a saint, 'cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to Fist City

I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
If you don't wanna go to Fist City