No need to ask me Why I'm packing my clothes No need to ask me Why I'm packing my clothes Yes I'm leaving you darlin and I really don't care who knows Now I used to love you But now I'm getting tired of your kind Yes I'm going back down south mama May be just to see what I can find Now I may miss you But I don't think I will I'm going to get me a new woman To love me till I get my fill You mistreated me mama You would not treat me nice and sweet So I'm going down south Shake this dust of this town off my feet