U.S. Male
Titel: U.S. Male
Längd: 2:42
Kompositörer: Jerry Reed
Utgivare: Vector Music
Inspelningsdatum: 1968-01-17
Inspelningstid: mellan klockan 02:00-05:00
Inspelningsplats: RCA Studio B – Nashville, TN
Matrix: WPA4 1807
Tagning master: 12
Producent: Felton Jarvis
Studiotekniker: Bill Vandervort
Musiker:
Gitarr: Scotty Moore
Gitarr: Chip Young
Gitarr: Jerry Reed
Bas: Bob Moore
Trummor: D. J. Fontana
Trummor: Buddy Harman
Piano: Floyd Cramer
Steel guitar: Pete Drake
Munspel: Charlie McCoy
Kör/bakgrundssångare: The Jordanaires
Första utgivning: A-sida singel (47-9465)
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Text:
I’m a U.S. male ’cause I was born
In a Mississippi town, on a Sunday morn
Now Mississippi just happens to occupy a place
In the southeastern portion of this, here United States
Now that’s a matter of fact, buddy
And you know it well
So I just call myself the U.S. male
That’s M.A.L.E, son, that’s me!
Now I said all that to say all this
I’ve been watchin’ the way, you’ve been watchin’ my miss
For the last three weeks you been hot on her trail
And you kinda upset this U.S. male
You touch her once with your greasy hands
I’m gonna stretch your neck like a long rubber band
She’s wearin’ a ring that I bought her on sale
And that makes her the property of this U.S. male
You better not mess with the U.S. male, my friend
The U.S. male gets mad, he’s gonna do you in
You know what’s good for yourself, son
You better find somebody else, son
Don’t tamper with the property of the U.S. male
Alright, alright
I’ve stayed eleven years
Through rain and the heat and the sleet and the snow
The U.S. male is on his toes
Quit watchin’ my woman, for that ain’t wise
You ain’t pullin’ no wool over this boy’s eyes
I catch you ’round my woman, champ
I’m gonna leave your head ’bout the shape of a stamp
Kinda flattened out, so you’ll do well
To quit playin’ games with this U.S. male
You better not mess with the U.S. male, my friend
The U.S. male gets mad, he’s gonna do you in
You know what’s good for yourself, son
You better find somebody else, son
Don’t tamper with the property of the U.S. male
Sock it to me one time
Okay baby
Alright
I’m gonna tell it like it is son
I catch you messin’ ’round with that woman of mine
I’m gonna lay one on you, you’re talkin’ to the U.S. male
The American U.S. male
