Somebody Have Mercy

Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yea
Sometimes
I dont know how
I standThe things this woman do to me
Let me tell you
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain
When I think
Ive got her chained down
She starts actin up again
Well, oh, let me tell you
Im goin down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes
I amIm goin down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes
I amIm gonna grab me a armful of
GreyhoundAnd ride just as close
I canAnd do that thing for me now, yea
And yea yea yea yea yea yea yeah
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, yea
Sometimes
I dont know how
I standThe things this woman do to me
Do that one more time while
I tell em
Im standin here wonderin, baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes
I amStandin, wonderin, baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes
I amOhh, I got a long way to get there
And I got a short time to go
One more time