If You're Mesin' With My Woman (words & music by Roy Evan Burstiner)
Bobby’s woman foolin’ round with Jessie boy
He pulled her back and told her she is no toy
He told his friend Jessie what you’re gonna see
You mess with my woman, then you’re messin’ with me
Bobby pulled a gun out just to make his point
Jessie sweatin’ bullets, in that run down joint
he aimed at his heart for an eternity
You mess with my woman, then you’re messin’ with me
Jessie said “Bobby don’t you shoot that gun”
“You pull on that ‘ol trigger, you’ll be out on the run”
Bobby grinned and pointed, “It don’t matter to me”
You mess with my woman, then you’re messin’ with me
The moral of this story is be true to your friends
Jessie made his choice and wound up dead in the end
Bobby shot that Jessie, left a message you see
You mess with my woman, then you’re messin’ with me