Lyrics

Words and music copyright © Leon Chase 2007.

As performed on the album That’s My Shit! – Uncle Leon and the Alibis Live in Brooklyn

I left my wild ways just to be with you
and I left my dead-end days just to see it through

Now I ain’t saying that I’m cured
but I’m trying my best just to do you good
And if I can’t have that,
I don’t need nothing at all

She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
Well you know she’ll treat you right
and it’s been a long time coming
Good-time woman, good-time woman
Come on!

I met her on a plane on the way from Louisiana
Five-foot-five and just enough where it matters
She looked at me and said, “Man, I think I gotta have you”
So we went at it and were happy ever after

And I ain’t saying it’s alright
But she’s the closest that I’m gonna get to paradise
And if I can’t have that,
I don’t need nothing at all

She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
Well you know she’ll treat you right
and it’s been a long time coming
Good-time woman, good-time woman
Come on!

She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
She’s a good-time woman
(Come on!)
Well you know she’ll treat you right
and it’s been a long time coming
Good-time woman, good-time woman
Come on!