Lord, I'm worried, baby, to the last inch off my life
I mean, I'm worried, baby, to the last inch off my life
'Cause the woman I'm lovin', baby, Lord, she just really won't treat me right
I'd rather see my little girl sinkin' in some cypress grove
I'd rather see you, baby, sinkin' in some cypress grove
Then be hangin' 'round this man's town, some man just rumplin' all up your clothes
My baby says she don't want me, she keep on spendin' my change
My baby says she don't want me, she keep on spendin' my change
I'm gon' wake up some morning with the blues and tap her out 'bout her 'nother man
Now, some of these days, baby, mmmm, it won't be long
Aaa, some of these days, baby, you know it won't be long
You gonna want for me, baby, Lord, honey, and I'll, really will be gone