Don't Do It - Delbert McClinton, Self-Made Men

We all down that south street when the bottle fell out

Somebody screamed what you talking about

I heard a glass break and somebody moan

Saw Raymond running out the front door

Screaming into his cell phone

Don’t do it

There must be something I can do

Please don’t do it

Let me make it up to you

We’ve been together so long

Baby, please hold on

Don’t do it

He said I got to get to her as fast as I can

If I get my arms around her I can make her understand

Eight minutes flat and he was through the front door

With no sound of no kind

She lived there anymore

Don’t do it

Must be something I can do

Baby, please don’t do it

I can make it up to you

We’ve been together so long

Please hold on

Don’t do it

As she said

You’re about the meanest old man I know

You won’t ever, ever see me no more

You shoulda thought twice about doing me wrong

It’s too late, I’m gone

Well now he went to all the places that he knew she’d like to go

Ask everyone about her but nobody seemed to know

He saw her coming out of that place called Bongo Java

He was back in that Belmont, 40 miles an hour

Don’t do it

Listen to me, baby please don’t do it

I’ll make it up to you

We’ve been together so long

Please hold on

Don’t do it

Don’t do it