She had me sittin', thinkin' I'd wait for her She had me sittin', thinkin' I'd wait for her My mind comes to ramblin', like the stars above She's a mean old woman, won't do right no way She's a mean old woman, won't do right no way I'm gonna take my baby right back home and stay Says I wonder what's the matter how I can't get no mail I wonder what's the matter how I can't get no mail Lord, it musta been, musta been, a black cat crossed my trail Sometime I think my baby's got it all Sometime I think my babe have got it all You can hear me howl, "Oh Lord, oh Lord!" Lord, I was sittin' here wonderin', "What in the world is gonna come of poor me?" I was sittin' here wonderin', "What's gonna come of poor me?" How I've can't get no hearin', my old time used-to-be