Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine

1. I’ve done everything I could ... To satisfy you, baby ... Worried myself thin, ‘til it like’ta drove me crazyNow, in spite of all I done ... You’re threatenin’ to go away ... So, let me leave you with this thought  ‘n the last few words I’ll say

Chorus:Don’t let that ole screen door ... hit you in the buttI’ve done everything t' please you, woman.. but, darlin’ you know whatI’ve finally reached the end, won’t go thru this againSo, listen up close ‘n then ... Don’t let that ole screen door ... hit you in the butt

2. Every time I’d try’n get along with youYou’d try’n take me for a fool againSo sure I’d come around to your way of thinkin’But , sorry this time, my friend‘Cause, you can take your little games ‘n shove ‘em in your suitcaseAnd direct yourself to that front doorAnd when you’re bendin’ down t’ put it on the porchRemember what I told ya before ... yeah ...
©1989 Miss Rebecca Music (ASCAP)