You'd Oughta Be Satisfied Now Lyrics

Jonatha Brooke You'd Oughta Be Satisfied Now

JONATHA'S NOTE:
This one turned in to one swampy romp. Steve and Joe
heard it in a kind of low muddy two, even though the
chart was written with my more frantic 6/8 guitar part
as the base. I love the push and pull that created.
Then Greg Leisz came in and stuck it all together with
that sexy lap steel. I also got such a kick out of
singing that line "so tonight I'm a bum on a frisco
bound train" – something I thought I'd never do in my
lifetime!! I changed the last verse to "a thousand cold
dollars you spent every day" to keep up with inflation.
(Woody's original lyric had "a hundred cold dollars.")
LYRICS:

You jacked me up and you run me down
You nagged at me and you bawled me out
You made me leave town and I'm frisco bound
You'd ought to be satisfied now.


You took my silver, you took my gold,
You made me believe every lie that you told
You left me a standing out there in the cold
YouYou'd ought to be satisfied now.


I'm down in this gutter I'm hungry, I'm cold,
You're drinking and gambling and wasting our dough
You'll never pay back that money you owe (yes, you owe)
You'd ought to be satisfied now.


You went around with whoever you pleased
I stood in the rain in my B. V. D.'s
There was times when I thought I would freeze
You'd ought to be satisfied now.


You got a new lover richer than me
You got a car and a boat on the sea
You spend all her money just to go on a spree
You'd ought to be satisfied now.


I'm down in this gutter I'm hungry, I'm cold,
You're drinking and gambling and wasting our dough
You'll never pay back that money you owe (yes, you owe)
You'd ought to be satisfied now.


I once had a fortune, you took that away,
A thousand cold dollars you spent every day
Tonight I'm a bum on a frisco bound train
You'd ought to be satisfied now.


Chorus

*I made this one up like you see her right here on this
action block and I like her just the way she is. But if
you want to take her and change her a little bit for
the better then by grobs grab "er an' make "er happy.
W.G.