The Grade

Well, your woman's actin' funny

When you start to gettin' old

This is a story

Never been told



Too late, old man

Yo' debts have been paid

Yes, your race is done ruined

Man, you can't make the grade



She works like an ox

Come home tired as a mule

When you get sixty years old

Befo' you know you's a fool



Too late, old man

Yo' debts have been paid

Yes, your race is done ruined

Man, you can't make the grade



At midnight she shake you

She knows that's a joke

She know it will be early in the mo'nin

Befo' she get you woke



Too late, old man

Yo' debts have been paid

Yes, your race is done ruined

Man, you can't make the grade



'Alrighty now, I'm up, play one'



(instrumental & sax)



'Yes, yas'



On Monday, you feel like playin'

She says she don't like yo' game

Tuesday, come

It's about the same 



Wednesday, she 'cussed you of

Some other chick

Thursday, when you touch her 

She says she's sick



Friday, come

She kiss you on yo' cheek

She know you should have enough money

To last her all the week



Too late, old man

Yo' debts have been paid

Yes, your race is done ruined

Man, you can't make the grade.



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