We Can't Make It

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

Written by：B.B. King

We can't make it baby

We can't last another year

Oh 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 of my money baby

To buy those real fine clothes

I give you all of 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

Yeah

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

You know 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 baby

You don't want old B. around