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 don't 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

I've got her chained down

She starts actin' up again

Well, oh, let me tell you

I'm goin' down to the bus station

With a suitcase in my hand, yes

I amI'm goin' down to the bus station

With a suitcase in my hand, yes

I amI'm 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 don't know how

I standThe things this woman do to me

Do that one more time while

I tell 'em

I'm 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