Things I Used To Do

The things that I used to do

Oh Lord, I won't do no more

I said the things that I used to do

Oh Lord, I won't do no more

Like the times I used to sit and hold your hand, baby

Like a fool I'd cry and beg you not to go

Sometimes I would search all night for you, baby

Lord, my search would always end in vain

Yes, I would search all night, all night, all night for you, baby

Oh Lord, my search would always end in vain

And I should have known all the time, baby

That you were somewhere with your other man

Oh, come on

Tell 'em 'bout it, Bessie, tell 'em

I think I better send you back to your mama, baby

Oh Lord, and I'm going back to my family too

Oh, I better, I better send you back

Send you back to your mother, baby

Lord, I'm going back, going back to my family too

'Cause no matter what I do to try to please you, baby

Oh Lord, oh Lord, I just can't get along with you

Oh, yes, oh

It's alright, baby