Somebody have mercy
and tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
and tell me what is wrong with me
I can't understand those things
that woman do to me
Let me tell you something,
I'm standing here wondering, baby,
will a matchbox hold my clothes
for yourself?
Standing wondering, baby,
will a matchbox hold my clothes?
All right, I've got a short time to make
and a mighty long ways to go
Let me tell you one more time
Oh, somebody have mercy
and tell me what is wrong with me
Oh yeah, somebody have mercy
and tell me what is wrong with me
All right, I can't un derstand the things
that little woman do to me
Now blow that horn for me now
Oh yeah
You make me feel good
when you blow like that
Let me tell you one thing,
I'm go ing down to the bus station
with my suitcase in my hand.
Oh, yes, I am.
Go ing down to the bus station,
I got my suitcase in my hand.
Oh, yes, I have.
I'm gonna grab me an armful
of that greyhound yars
And I'm gonna ride just as far as I can
Let me tell you one more time
before I go on
Look here, somebody have mercy
Take time out
and tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what's wrong with me
All right, I can't understand those things
That woman, she do with me
At all
Oh, yeah
Somebody, come on and help me
Take time, take a little time out