Bring It on Down to My House, Honey
Bring it On Down to My House
Asleep at the Wheel
(Ahhh, yeah)
(Come on now, bring it on down to my house, boys....right)
(Ho)
Bring it on down to my house honey, there ain’t nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house honey, I need your company
Tom cat sittin’ on the railroad track
Well he hollered at the Mama cat, she answered back
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
(Ohhh, yes)
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house honey, I need your company
My gal Sal, she makes good pie
I eat so much I could nearly die
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
(Ahhh, yes)
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house honey, I need your company
Say old man, can ya play the fiddle
Yes, by crackies I can play a little
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
(Ahhh, yeah)
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
Bring it on down to my house honey, I need your company
Bot-do, noddleaten do, sh’bodleaten do, whoooa
Bring it on down to my house honey, ain’t nobody home but me
Oh yes babe, aint’ nobody home but me (Ahhh)
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