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