Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah Well, now sometime I don't know how I stand The thing this woman do to me
When I think about how she treats me Tears fall down like rain, like rain When I think about how she treats me Tears fall down like rain, like rain Well, when I think I got her tail down She starts actin' up again
Well, now let me tell you Goin' down to the bus station With a suitcase in my hand, yeah Goin' down to the bus station With a suitcase in my hand I'm gonna catch me an armful of Greyhound And ride just as far as I can
Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah Somebody have mercy And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah Well, now sometime I don't know how I stand The things this woman do to me
Well, I'm standin', wonderin', baby With a matchbox hole in my clothes Standin', wonderin', baby With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yeah Well, now I got a long way to get there And I got a some time to go
Well, now let me tell you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
