Artist: George Thorogood & The Destroyers Album: Individual Songs

Wanna tell you a story about the house-rent blues
I come home one Friday, had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said, "That don't confront me long as I get my money next Friday."
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent and out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady, I said, "You let me slide
I'll have the rent for you in a month, next I don't know."
So she let me slide it on, you know people
I notice when I come home in the evening she ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice, Lord, she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?"
I said, "No, can't find no job, therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent."
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job."
Said, "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner, leanin' up against a post."
I said, "But I'm tired, I been walkin' all day."
She said, "That don't confront me, long as I get my money next Friday."
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent and out the door I went

So I go down the streets, down to my good friend's house
I said, "Look man, I'm outdoors, you know - can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said, "Uh, let me go and ask my wife."
He come out of the house, I could see in his face, I knew it was no
He said, "I don't know man, ah, she kinda funny, you know."
I said, "I know, everybody funny - now you funny too."
So I go back home, I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said, "Yeah?"
I said, "Oh yeah."
And then she was so nice, Lord, she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent
She ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar, you know, people
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said, "Look man, come down here."
He got down there, "So what you want?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well, I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high, man, I'm gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk, don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting there at the bar
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said, "Look man, come down here."
So what you want

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No, I ain't seen my baby since the night before last
Gotta get a drink, man, I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high, man, I ain't had enough
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk, won't you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer, well alright

Yeah
Scratch my back, baby
Yeah

Now, by this time I'm plenty high
You know when your mouth a-gettin' dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar, I say to my bartender
I said, "Look man, come down here."
He got down there, "So what you want this time?
I said, "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said, "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol.  So what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No, I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week
Gotta get drunk, man, so I can't even speak
Gonna get high, man, listen to me
One drink ain't enough, Jack, you better make it three
Gonna get drunk, I'm gonna make it real clear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer 

I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire
I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side
And it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a brand new chimney, baby, built on top
And it's a-made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me baby
And tell me who do you love
Who do you love

Now around the town I use a rattlesnake whip
Take it easy, baby, don't you give me no lip
Who do you love
Who do you love

I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind
I'm just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love
Yeah, who do you love
Oh, who do you love

Now Arlene took a-me by my hand
She said, "Lonesome George, you don't understand."
Who do you love

The night were dark and the sky were blue
Down the alleyway a house wagon flew
Hit a bump and somebody screamed
You should've heard just a-what I'd seen
Who do you love
Who do you love
Yeah, who do you love
Oh, who do you love

Yeah, I got a tombstone hand in a graveyard mind
Just twenty-two, baby, I don't mind dying
Snake skin shoes, baby, put 'em on your feet
Got the goodtime music and the Bo Diddley beat
Yeah, who do you love
Woo, who do you love

I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire
I got a cobra snake for a necktie
A brand new house on the road side
And it's a-made out of rattlesnake hide
Got a brand new chimney, mama, built on top
And it's a-made out of human skull
Come on take a little walk with me child
Tell me who do you love
Yeah, who do you love
Woo, who do you love

Who do you love, woa-oo