Lowdown by Boz Scaggs

Baby's into runnin' around, hangin' with the crowd
Puttin' your business in the street, talkin' out loud
Sayin' you bought her this and that, how much you done spent?
I swear she must believe it's all Heaven sent

Hey boy you better bring the chick around
To the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?
Taught her how to talk like that
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?
Gave her that big idea

Nothin' you can't handle, nothin' you ain't got
Put the money on the table and drive it off the lot
Turn on that old lovelight and turn a 'Maybe' to a 'Yes'
Same old schoolboy game got you into this mess

Hey son better get on back to town
An' face the sad old truth, the dirty lowdown
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?
Put those ideas in your head
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?
Yea

Come on back down little son yeah
Dig the low, low, low, low, lowdown

You ain't got to be so bad, got to be so cold
This 'Dog eat dog' existence sure is gettin' old
Got to have a Jones for this Jones for that
And this runnin' with the Jones's boy just ain't where it's at

You gonna come back around
To the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?
Got you thinking like that boy
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?

I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
An' I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
Ohh look out for that lowdown
That dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty lowdown
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
Who I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder?
Got you thinking like that
Got you with a smile
Lookin' at God in her face and the sand
Shame to you
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder

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