LET ME SQUEEZE YOUR LEMON
(Charlie Pickett 1937)

Charlie Pickett (vocal & guitar)
recorded 1937


Now you got fruit on your trees,
Lemons on your shelf,
You don't love me, mama,
That you can squeeze 'em all by yourself!

I said, "Please let me squeeze your lemon,
While I'm in your lonesome town.
Now let me squeeze your lemon, baby,
Until my love comes down!".

I said, "Makes no difference, baby,
What your daddy don't allow!
Let me squeeze your lemon, mama,
I mean anyhow!".

I said, "Please let me squeeze your lemon,
While I'm in your lonesome town.
Now let me squeeze your lemon, baby,
Until my love comes down!".

I say I come to your house,
Knocked on your door.
You told me, lovin' mama,
That you couldn't use me no more!

I said, "Please let me squeeze your lemon,
While I'm in your lonesome town.
Now let me squeeze your lemon, baby,
Until my love comes down!".

I said, "One two three four five,
Six seven eight nine ten.
I would come to see you, baby,
But you really got too many men!".

I said, "Please let me squeeze your lemon,
While I'm in your lonesome town.
Ah, let me squeeze your lemon, baby,
Until my love comes down!".

I say now, me and my baby
Had a fuss last night.
Will you let me tell you, baby,
What it was all about?

I said, "Please let me squeeze your lemon,
While I'm in your lonesome town.
Now let me squeeze your lemon, mama,
Until my love come down!".



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - January 2016)