Paul Butterfield and The Paul Butterfield Blues Band - Drivin' Wheel

My baby don't have to work
And she don't have to rob and steal
I said my baby don't have to work
Man, she don't have to rob and steal
I give her everything she needs
Because I am her driving wheel

Well she left me this morning
Said she'd be back soon
Yeah, she left me this morning
Said she'd be back soon
She she'd be back early Friday mornin'
Or late Saturday afternoon

Yeah I wrote my baby a letter
And I don't want nobody else to break the seal
Yeah, I wrote my baby a letter
And I don't want nobody else to break the seal
I am her world, I am her driving wheel

Now wait a minute
Let me tell you 'bout my baby
I said, "I wanna tell you 'bout my baby"
Let me tell you 'bout my baby

Every time she walk
She's like a leaf shakin' on a tree
Every time my baby walks
She's like a leaf shakin' on a tree
I said, "Come here to me, baby
This is where you get your steak, potato's and tea"

Written by:
DAVID PEVERETT, RODERICK PRICE

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