By B.B. King, You may be rich
You may be poor
You may be high
Or
By B.B. King, Come back, baby, don't break up my home
Yeah, you know
By B.B. King, Yes your talkin' about your woman,
wish to God, man, you
By B.B. King, I'm going home to see my baby, I'm going home
I'm
By B.B. King, Ah, because I'm not crazy, jealous, baby, it don't mean
By B.B. King, Yes, the nights are so long, baby
And the days are
By B.B. King, Don't care when you go
How long you stay
But good kind
By B.B. King, Long about sundown, i've gotta be on my way Sad
By B.B. King, Yes, I want to write a letter
But I don't know
By B.B. King, Well, the rocks is my pillow
The cold ground is my
By B.B. King, I've got to find my baby, I don't know what
By B.B. King, Yeah, you never know how you hurt me, baby, how
By B.B. King, Yeah, you won't listen to nothing I tell you, woman,
