Black Betty — Tom Jones

This is TJ, dedicating this song to Black Betty

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

She's from Birmingham, bambalam Way down in Alabama, bambalam The way she shake that thing, bambalam Oh she make me sing, bambalam

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

She really get me high, bambalam You know thats no lie, bambalam Shes so rock steady, bambalam Oh shes always ready, bambalam

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

Oh Black Betty, bambalam Oh Black Betty, bambalam

Black Betty had a child, bambalam She swears its mine, bambalam She must be out of her mind, bambalam She must think I'm blind, bambalam

Oh Black Betty, bambalam Oh Black Betty, bambalam Oh Black Betty, bambalam Oh Black Betty, bambalam

Monday she got me arrested, On Tuesday up in jail, Wednesday my trail was attested, Thursday she posted my bail, Friday we went walking, Saturday I was outta my door, On Sunday we was talkin, Back on Monday she pawned all my clothes

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

She's from Birmingham, bambalam Way down in Alabama, bambalam The way she shake that thing, bambalam Oh she make me sing, bambalam

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

She really get me high, bambalam You know thats no lie, bambalam She's so rock steady, bambalam Oh shes always ready, bambalam

Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam Whoa Black Betty, bambalam

Whooooa Black Betty!