Bottle Up And Go (John Lee Hooker)

Well, mama killed a chicken,
Thought it was a duck
Put him on the table with his legs stickin' up
You gotta bottle up and go, comin'
You gotta bottle up and go
Well, ya high pile o' baby
Sure gotta bottle up and go
Well, may be old, you may be grey,
you ain't too old to, shift them gears,
You gotta bottle up and go
You gotta bottle up and go
Well, ya high pile o' baby
Sure gotta bottle up and go
When you say not guitar, said it for me!
Well, a nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime,
A house full-a kids and now she's mine
You got to bottle up and go You got to bottle up and go
Well, you high pile o' women sure gotta bottle up and go