James Taylor
Woh, Don’t You Know
Talkin' bout Jumping Jim
Talkin' bout Mud Slide Slim
Don't you know that a fish got to swim
Don't a goose got to fly high?
Little dog got to die
And I'm goin' home
Woh, don't you know
Woh, don't you know
Talkin' bout a life on the street
Goin' to thinkin' about an itch in my feet
Can't you hand me down them highway shoes?
The Lord knows I'm talking about the walkin' blues
Got the rockin' pneumonia blues
And I'm headed home, bye-bye
Woh, don't you know
Woh, don't you know babe babe
Listen here now, don't you come round
Talkin' bout over yonder (listen)
Bound to wake up the walkin' man in me
And I'm bound to wanderin', hey now
Talkin' all about spoonin' into bone
Lookin' just like Sherlock Holmes
Searchin' for a needle in a haystack
Seein' and eatin' lots of fatback babe
Jumpin' about a railroad track
I'm goin' home goodbye
Woh, don't you know
Woh, don't you know whoa
Woh, don't you know
You ought to know
You ought to know
You ought to know
You ought to know like a fish in the stream
Ought to know like a leaf on the tree
Ought to know like a boat in the sea