I can see you comin' mama, yes, you're movin' on down the line
I can see you comin' mama, yes, you're movin' on down the line
You done have left a thousand men, and they're all back there cryin'

She's a high falootin' woman, and she just can't do no wrong
She's a high falootin' woman, and she just can't do no wrong
She's gonna' cry some day, and I know it can't be too long

She's got hips like a honey, and, lord, she can make 'em move
She's got hips like a honey, and, lord, she can make 'em move
And she'll do anything, to make you get in her groove

Lord have mercy on you woman, and your wicked soul
Lord have mercy on you woman, and your wicked soul
'cause that high falootin' woman, gonna' live 'till she's a hundred years old