White Stripes – Your Southern Can Is Mine

Now lookie here momma let me explain you this
If you wanna get crooked then I’ll even give you my fist
You might read from revelation back to genesis
You keep forgettin’ your southern can belongs to me

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin’
Your southern can belongs to me

You might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a dollar an’ a half a pound

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin’ about it
Your southern can belongs to me

You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand you can’t rule me and be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when I get you momma your can’ll see no rest

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I’m screamin’
Your southern can belongs to me

Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When I hit you momma then you feel my hand
Give you a punch through that barbed wire fence
When I hit you baby, you know I make no sense

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me

Now look here woman, don’t get hot
I’m gettin’ me a brick outta my backyard

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I’m takin’ about it
Your southern can belongs to me

Well if I catch you momma down in the heart of town
I’m gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me

You maybe get bed sick, ‘cause you’re graveyard bound
I’m gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound

So there ain’t no use in bringin’ no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I’m screamin’
Your southern can belongs to me