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The White Stripes

Genres: Rock

Your Southern Can Is Mine Lyrics - The White Stripes

Now lookie here momma let me explain you this 

You wanna get crooked I'll even give you my fist 

You might read from Revelation back to Genesis 

You keep forgettin' your southern can belongs to me 

 

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Your southern can is mine in the mornin' 

Your southern can belongs to me 

 

You might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail 

Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail 

Soon as I get out, hit the ground 

Your southern can is worth a thousand, half a pound 

 

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Your southern can is mine, talkin' about it 

Southern can belongs to me 

 

Ya might take it from the South, baby, hide it up North 

Understand you can't rule me and be my boss 

Take it from the East and hide in the West 

But when I get you momma your can't see no rest 

 

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin' 

Your southern can belongs to me 

 

Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand 

When I hit you momma then you feel my hand 

Give you punch through that barbed wire fence 

When I hit ya, baby, you know I make no sense 

 

Ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Southern can is mine, I know it 

Southern can belongs to me 

 

Well, now look here woman, don't get hot 

I'm gettin' me a brick outta my backyard 

 

There ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Southern can is mine, I'm takin' about it 

Your southern can belongs to me 

 

Well if I catch you momma down in the heart of town 

I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down 

 

Ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Your southern can is mine, I know it 

Your southern can belongs to me 

 

You maybe get bed sick, 'cause, baby you're graveyard bound 

I'm gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound 

 

So there ain't no use in bringin' no jive to me 

Your southern can is mine, I'm screamin' 

Southern can belongs to me 

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