Well, I was on my way home From Woodgrain station He stopped me in the middle of the road He was a big black dog, whinin' along He said, 'You better do what you told' I jumped back, rather astounded I never heard a dog could speak But my mouth went dry When he looked me in the eye He'd been itchin' just to bust for weeks I said, 'Hey, won't you scratch my back? Hey babe, scratch my back'
Ooh I said, 'Hey, won't you scratch my back?' Well we were standing alone on the eastside When she give-a me a smile She said, 'I like it here, watchin' what goes by' And I don't doubt question why I said, 'Hey, what's that comin'
Starin' with that evil eye?' 'Well, there's a sweet honey child Comin' over here and she Looks just about my size' I said, 'Hey, won't you scratch my back? Hey babe, scratch my back'
Ooh I said, 'Hey, won't you scratch my back?' Through the streets of Memphis I try to find my black and tan I looked on every corner It was-a itchin' on another man I reached into my pocket I try to find myself some beer 'You can take my bread Or sleep in my bed But darlin', please stay right here' I said, 'Hey, won't you scratch my back? Hey babe, scratch my back'
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