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Louis Armstrong - Have Your Chill Ill Be Here When Your Fever Rises Lyrics

[Verse: "Coot" Grant & "Kid" Wesley Wilson]
Everything I tell you here these late-a-days
Nothin' seems to be just right
You're always asking me foolish questions
Asked me where did I stay last night
I'm gonna tell you just like a pal
That I ain't no monkey gal
I mean I ain't no monkey gal

[Chorus 1: "Coot" Grant & "Kid" Wesley Wilson]
I'm tired of givin' you my money
I'm tired of washin' your clothes
I'm tired of dressin' you up
All you do, stand around and pose
I'm tired of cookin' you chicken and mincemeat pies
The only thanks I get is just two black eyes
'Cause you beat, you kick me, you knock me down too
The reason I donе it, I'm just a fool about you
You didn't want me, you didn't have to raise no sand
You go back to your woman, I alrеady got my backdoor man
Can't you understand?
You got your pistol, mama do realize
But what I do from now on, don't you be surprised
'Cause you can have your chill, but I'll be here when your fever rise

[Chorus 2: "Coot" Grant, "Kid" Wesley Wilson, & Both]
Didn't I tell you you was a angel and I was bound to treat you right?
Yeah, but who in the devil ever heard tell a angel gettin' beat up every night?
I told you I was gon' do all your cookin' and I was gon' cut up all your wood
Now Wilson, when you told me that lie, you know you didn't mean me no good
Didn't I promise to dress you like a angel?
I'm too raggedy to go outdoors
You done just what you said, you know them darn angels didn't wear no clothes
Honey, I did more for you than your ma ever done
And you run 'round here tellin' folks that you her only son
Lord, you're talkin' 'bout quittin' me, my love just fell
Ain't a doggone thing cookin', mama, what you smell?
You can have your chill, but I'll be your doctor when your fever rise, I say
You can have your chill, but I'll be here when your fever rise