My feets is so sore, I can hardly wear my shoes My feets is so sore, can hardly wear my shoes Out last night with wild women, left me with those big night blues I grabbed my sugar and I danced, mama, 'til the clock struck twelve I grabbed my sugar and I danced, Sweet mama, 'til the clock struck twelve After razzlin' so hard with my good gal, I just ain't feelin' so well I'm goin' back to that wild party, get with the wild women again I'm goin' back to that wild party, get with wild women again I ain't gonna leave home, 'til I have me a quart of gin Wild women like their whiskey, and their gin and their rock-and-rye Wild women like their liquor, and their gin and their rock-and-rye My gal wouldn't let me go home last Night and wouldn't tell me the reason why I turned my face to the door and my gal made an awful moan Mmm, my gal made an awful moan "Lord, I'll leave my lovin', daddy, Because my clock is run down at home"