We Can't Make It - Lyrics - B.b. King

We can't make it baby We can't last another year We can't make it baby We can't last another year Well I try to treat you kind baby But it seems like you got the wrong idea I give you all my money baby To buy those real fine clothes I give you all my money baby To buy those real fine clothes I bought you a home and everything baby Now you're trying to put old me outdoors When I first met you baby You had to do it out in the street When I first met you baby You had to do it out in the street I put clothes on your back, baby I put shoes on your feet It seems right to me baby Since you got your feet up off the ground It seems right to me baby Since you got your feet up off the ground You're a real big-shot woman now You don't want old me around