Beast of Burden (Live) - The Rolling Stones

I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad, but it's a-hurting

All I want, for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting

All I want, for you to make love to me

Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see

I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio, come on, baby, make sweet love to me

Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see

Oh, little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girls

Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on, baby, please, please, please

I tell ya

You can put me out

On the street

Put me out

With no shoes on my feet

But put me out, put me out

Put me out of misery

Yeah

All your sickness

I can suck it up

Throw it all at me

I'll just shrug it off

There's one thing, baby

I don't understand

You keep on telling me

I ain't your kind of man

Ain't I rough enough, ooh, baby?

Ain't I tough enough?

Ain't I rich enough, in love enough?

Ooh, ooh, ooh

I'll never be your beast of burden

I'll never be your beast of burden

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting