Two Years of Torture

I've often been told

That time bring 'bout a change

I've often been told

That time bring 'bout a change

Yes I've had two years of torture

And my heart still feel the same

I had a real fine woman, fine as she could be

Let me tell ya, I had a real, real fine woman

Fine as she could be

But the syndicators, back-biters

Stole that little girl away from me

Two years of being without her,

Seven hundred and thirty days

And I still remember

Her little brown body and the sweet love baby way

Two years of torture and

I'm still in misery

Oh, but I'm doomed as a lover

Unless she come back to me