Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Sometimes I don't know how I stand
The things this woman do to me
Let me tell you
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like rain, like rain
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like rain, like rain
When I think I got her tamed down
She starts actin' up again
But oh let me tell you
I'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am
I'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am
I'm gonna grab me an armful of Greyhound
And ride just as far as I can
And blow that thing for me now
Let me tell you one more time
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me
Lord have mercy
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me, yeah
Sometimes I don't know how I stand
The things this woman do to me
Blow that one more time while I tell 'em
I'm standin' here wonderin', baby
Will a matchbox hold my clothes, yes I am
Standin' wonderin' baby
Will a, a matchbox hold my clothes, yes I am
And I got a long way to get there
And I got a short time to go
One more time...
