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, 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've got her chained down She starts actin' up again 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 close I can And blow that thing for me now (Yeah, mmm) (And yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now) (Mmmhmm, hmm) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 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, 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 standing here wondering, baby Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yes, I am Standing, wondering, baby Will a matchbox hold my clothes? Yes, I am Oh I got a long way to get there And I got a short time to go One more time Oh, oh, oh, hmm, hmm.