I'm Gonna Move To The Outskirts Of Town - Albert King

I’m gonna move, baby, way out on the outskirts of town

I’m gonna move way out on the outskirts of town

I don’t want nobody who’s always hanging around

I’m gonna tell you baby, we’re gonna move away from here

I don’t want no ice man, I’m gonna get me a frigidaire

When we move way out on the outskirts of town

I don’t want nobody who’s always hanging around

I’m gonna bring my own groceries, gonna bring them everyday

That’ll stop the grocery boy, and keep him away

When we move way out on the outskirts of town

I don’t need nobody always hanging around

It may seem funny honey, as funny as funny can be

But if we have any children, I want them all to look like me

When we move way out on the outskirts of town

I don’t want nobody always hanging around