Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wilson Pickett
Vocals
Jimmy Lewis
Bass Guitar
Ted Sommer
Drums
Cornell Dupree
Guitar
Wally Richardson
Guitar
Paul Griffin
Piano
Haywood Henry
Saxophone
Joe Grimaldi
Tenor Saxophone
Tony Studd
Trombone
Clark Terry
Trumpet
Ernie Royal
Trumpet
Jack Cortner
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilson Pickett
Songwriter
Don Juan Mancha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Inglot
Mastering Engineer
Dan Hersch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
For better (My my my my my my my my)
Or worse (Oh yeah)
It's alright this morning, yes it is child
A small voice
Inside my head
Keep telling me to leave you baby
But what can I do
Lord, can I say
I love with all my heart
I don't want to go away now
So tell me
That you love me too, now
And everything
And I'm
Gonna be alright, oh
You got the people talking
Lord, they talkin'
About the way you treat me baby
Sometime I get a feeling
To walk out on you
Then again, I think I'll stay
Then you'll learn to be true
So come on back
Lord, and treat me right now
And everything
And everything
Gonna be alright
Oh yes it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
For better (My my my my my my my my)
Or worse (Oh yeah)
Sound kinda good, I want you to hear me say it
One more time children
For better (Yeah)
Or worse (Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
When you're pillows wept with tears at midnight
One more time, come on
Come on children
For better (Please my baby)
Or worse (My my my my my my my my)
Written by: Don Juan Mancha, Wilson Pickett

