(G. Johnson) Well, rolling pin a-rolling Rolling, rolling, rolling Although it makes me holler, you know I'm gonna run back home to my baby Home to my baby I swear, I know my old bulldog, Lord Anytime I hear him bark Lord, and I swear I know my woman When I feel her in the dark In the dark I asked my gal to marry me, boys... Whadda ya think she said? She said, "I wouldn't have you, Mr. Johnson, not now, Not if all the rest was dead." That's what she said Just like a woodpecker peck all morning On the schoolhouse door Lord have mercy, but he pecked so long 'Til his pecker got sore Well, he's coming back for more What makes my baby so hard on a man? Is there something you see, woman That a man can't understand? It must have been the devil That put me here And cause a man to question Just what he held so dear I swore that I would never Get caught back here no more I don't want 4 a.m. catching me On the wrong side of your door Lost my good intention, Lord How I wish I could get it back Leave me with my head bust open It must have slipped right through the crack ...Still, I'm coming back...