Cockroach - Albert King

You’ve got me sleeping on the Porch

Laying in my arms, where you ought to be

There’s a big cockroach

Looking up at me

Sleeping on this concrete porch

Ain’t no fun at all

But I’m gonna stay right here

Until I hear you call

With this big cockroach

Looking up at me

Well, a big cockroach

He’s just laying there

Looking up at me

I’m glad it’s in the summer 'cause I couldn’t make it through a winter storm

without your loving arms to keep me warm

Hey, a big cockroach

He’s just laying there

Looking up at me

He’s a big brown fella

I tell you he’s just laying there

Looking up at me

Get away!

Sure is tiring these cockroaches crawling all up and down my arms and on my legs

Open the door baby

Let me in!

Well, a big cockroach