Artist:  The Bobs
Song:    Pounded On A Rock
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(c) 1987 Gunnar Madsen and Richard Greene, Best of Breed Music (ASCAP)
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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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