Jealous Man - Hoyt Axton

Hustler talkin' on the telephone

You better leave my woman alone

I’m a jealous man, I’d dir for love

If you don’t want to meet me in the allet tonight

Too late for talkin', I’m ready to fight

Leave her alone, hang up the phone.

You got the knife, I got the gun

Come on boy we’re gonna have a little fun

I’m a crazy man, I’d die for love

I don’t care what you’ve been told

My old lady ain’t your’s to hold

Do you understand, I’m a jealous man?

Two old maids sittin' in the sun

Talkin' 'bout the lovin' that they never have done

But they still had fun just talkin' 'bout love

So hustler talkin' on the telephone

You better leave my woman alone

I’m a jealous man, I’d die for love.

She’s my fiddle and I’m her beau

We make music wherever we go

That’s for me, sweet harmony

Do you understand, I’m a jealous man…