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