I want you tell me tell me Mama I ain't want you rollin' on I want you tell me tell me Mama I ain't want you rollin' on I want you back to the ground and your belly 'wards the sun You got those great big old legs, Lord above look at yourself You got those great big old legs, Lord above look at yourself ______________ You got little something Mama Lord I call my grinding mill You got little something Mama Lord I call my grinding mill Lord when I get near you gal I just can't keep still Well I'm goin' down to Georgia way behind the rising sun Yes I'm goin' down to Georgia way behind the rising sun Well I'm gonna ask the good Lord what have I done but wrong You still have them great big legs gal, Lord I love look' at your thighs You still have them great big old legs, Lord I love look' at your thighs You got yourself a mill gal, love them till the day I die