//Tell me Baby by   King Solomom Hill   recording of ca. January 1932, Crafton, Wisconsin   from//         Oh tell me baby, what fault you find of me?   I'm gonna pack my suitcase, beat it back to Tennessee   On my hands and crying, I've been treated so blind Lord   Oh, tell me baby, what fault you find of me?   I'm gonna pack my suitcase...   Nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime   Wish I had a love in my life, love me all the time   Call her baby...   I'm gonna pack my suitcase...   Nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime   Got a house full of children, ain't   no   ne'er one mine   Oh, tell me baby...   Babe, I can't see, honey to save my life   Why we can't get along just like man and wife   Oh tell me baby, what fault you find of me?   I'm gonna pack my suitcase...   said   think mama told me, papa told me too   Don't need whiskey and women, gonna beat around on you   I'll call my baby, what fault you find...?