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, yeah