Put another log on my fire

It`s that kind of song you`d hear out in West Texas,

Southern Mississippi, Louisiana, any place where they

smoke pickey and cigarettes and drink Jack Daniels.

You`ll hear him talking some like this :

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1. Put another log on my fire,

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cook me up some bacon and some beans.

And go out to the car and change the tyre,

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wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans.

(Come on, baby, you can)

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fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,

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and boil me up another pot of tea,

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Then put another log on my fire, babe,

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and come and tell me why you`re leaving me.

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2. Oh, don`t I let you wash the car on Sunday,

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don`t I warn you when you`re getting fat.

Ain`t I take you fishing with me some day,

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well, a man can`t love a woman more than that.

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Ain`t I always nice to your kid sister,

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don`t I take her driving every night.

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So sit here at my feet, `cause I like you when you`re sweet,

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you know it ain`t feminine to fight. So... ( rep. verse 1)

(Tom Paul Glaze)