Open House At My House Z.Z. Hill

[Verse 1]
I’ve got a friend that lives across the street
He knows where your birthmark is baby
And how many corns you have on your feet
Ain’t no way he could know this baby
Unless you been doin me wrong
It must be open house at my house baby
Lord every time, every time that I'm gone

[Verse 2]
We went to church last Sunday
We invited the preacher to our house
He told you make the best fried chicken
It just melts in your mouth
Ain’t no way he could know that baby
Unless he’s tasted it before
It must be open house at my house baby
Lord every time, every time I hit the door

[Verse 3]
My foreman lives in the neighbourhood
And his yard is next to mine
I noticed that fence is sagging baby
Between his yard and mine
Oh he must be coming pretty often baby
Cos the trail is about two inches deep
Don’t try to tell me woman
Don’t try to tell me that he's been walkin in his sleep