Lyrics - Pounded On A Rock by Bobs

Have you seen my woman walkin'?
With a basket on her head
She looks so strong and healthy
Lord, she's not underfed
Pounded
Pounded on a
Rock
She's goin' down to the river
Gonna dump that laundry in
Gonna take those soiled and dirty things
And make 'em white again
Pounded
Pounded on a
Rock
Oh, yeah,
I love my woman
With her arms of thunder and steel
But when she wraps those arms around me
It's mixed emotions that
I feel
When she comes home at night
I feel joy, and
I feel fright
I know she means to please me
But
Lord, the way she squeeze me
Feels like
I'm
Pounded
Pounded on a
Rock
Some folks say
I'm lazy
A worthless, shiftless skunk
They see me in the daytime
Staggerin' round like
I was drunk
I get up to feed the chickens
But that's about all
I can handle
I got to rest and save my strength'
Cause she's burnin' both ends of my candle
That woman's burnin' all my candle
Pounded
Pounded on a
Rock (
And it hurts!)
Feels like
I'm pounded
Pounded on a
Rock
Pounded on a
Rock

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