Mattie Price Songtext / Lyric

Well, look at Mattie Price, she's lookin' awful nice,
Last time I seen her, she's 'bout to my knees.
Now she don't even blink, you can't tell what she thinks,
Flower like that's gonna draw a lot of bees.

Ah, you better get married, Mattie Price, or you better get out of town.
You better get married, Mattie Price, trouble goin' down.

These summer nights are hot, she sure don't wear a lot,
She's always on that corner by the store.
And as she moves along, I'm feelin' awful wrong,
I never really felt like this before.

Now, you better get married, Mattie Price, or you better get out of town.
You better get married, Mattie Price, trouble goin' down.

This heat just makes me mad, she just makes me sad,
She should do what everyone says is right.
Quite tryin' her luck, marry some young buck,
I wonder what she's doin' tonight.

Ah, you better get married, Mattie Price, or you better get out of town.
You better get married, Mattie Price, trouble goin' down.

Ah, you better get married, Mattie Price, or you better get out of town.
You better get married, Mattie Price, trouble all around.