Your Funeral My Trial (Live)-Joe Bonamassa

Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial Alright The good Lord made the world and everything was in it The way my baby love is some solid sentiment She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial