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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buddy Guy
Buddy Guy
Guitar
Jack Myers
Jack Myers
Bass Guitar
Otis Spann
Otis Spann
Piano
Fred Below
Fred Below
Drums
Jarrett Gibson
Jarrett Gibson
Tenor Saxophone
Bob Neely
Bob Neely
Tenor Saxophone
Donald Hankins
Donald Hankins
Baritone Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Buddy Guy
Buddy Guy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leonard Chess
Leonard Chess
Producer
Phil Chess
Phil Chess
Producer
Malcolm Chisholm
Malcolm Chisholm
Engineer
Gary Rice
Gary Rice
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Woman, you must be stone down crazy Either, you're going to lose your mind Yes, I said baby, you must be stone crazy Either, you're going to lose your mind Yes, I wanna know, how could you treat me so dirty, baby? You must think my little heart is made of iron Lord, as I sit here in my dark room Tears rolling down from my eyes Yes, I says I sit here in my dark room Tears rolling all down from my eyes Yes, you know, my little baby looked at me and said, "Daddy" Ooh, God knows you're the hurt child Oh, yeah Somebody, come and get me Yes, I think I'm going back down south Even, where the weather suits my clothes Yes, I says I'm going back down south Even, where the weather suits my clothes Yes, you know that I'm playing around in this big city so long, man Ooh, 'til I almost just done froze Darling, you must be stone crazy Oh either, you're going to lose your mind Yes I said, woman you must be stone down crazy Either, you're going to lose your mind Yes, I wanna know, how could you treat me so low down and dirty? You must be thinking my little heart is made of iron Well, as I sit here in my dark room Tears rolling all down my eyes Yes, I says I sit right here, right here in my dark room Tears rolling all down from my eyes Yes, you know, my little girl looked at me and said Ooh, my daddy is a hurtin' child Oh, look-a-here now Somebody come here I expect Lord, I believe I'm going back down south Where the weather suits my clothes Yes, I believe I'm going back down south People, where the weather suits my clothes Y'all should know, I've played around in these big cities so long man Ooh, 'til I almost, done froze
Writer(s): George Buddy Guy, Buddy Guy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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