How Many More Years

How many more years have I got to let you dog me around

How many more years, baby

How many more years I got to let you dog me around

I'd rather be dead, sleeping six feet in the ground

Gonna fall on my knees

Gonna raise up my right hand

Fall on my knees, baby

Raise up my right hand

I'd feel so much better

If I could only get you to understand

Oh, I'm going upstairs, gonna bring down all of my clothes

Goin' upstairs, gonna bring down all of my clothes

Anybody ask about me, just tell 'em, oh, B's stepped outdoors