(G. Johnson)       Well, rolling pin a-rolling   Rolling, rolling, rolling   Although it makes me holler, you know   I'm gonna run back home to my baby   Home to my baby      I swear, I know my old bulldog, Lord   Anytime I hear him bark   Lord, and I swear I know my woman   When I feel her in the dark   In the dark      I asked my gal to marry me, boys...   Whadda ya think she said?   She said, "I wouldn't have you, Mr. Johnson, not now,    Not if all the rest was dead."   That's what she said      Just like a woodpecker peck all morning   On the schoolhouse door   Lord have mercy, but he pecked so long   'Til his pecker got sore   Well, he's coming back for more      What makes my baby so hard on a man?   Is there something you see, woman   That a man can't understand?   It must have been the devil   That put me here   And cause a man to question   Just what he held so dear   I swore that I would never   Get caught back here no more   I don't want 4 a.m. catching me   On the wrong side of your door      Lost my good intention, Lord   How I wish I could get it back   Leave me with my head bust open   It must have slipped right through the crack   ...Still, I'm coming back...