Babe I woke up this morning
Got you in mind
Said I woke up this morning
Got terrible blues in mind
You know my baby don't really love me
She loves you
Oh what am I supposed to do
Babe the poverty and the misery
Oh that you put me through
Nasty poverty and misery
There ain't nothing I could do
Oh bad lover writing fifty checks a day
But for who
Oh give me a clue
When I think about it oh I get so cold
Then I drink about it baby I see you so bold
Wondering through the nights of old
You hurt me right down to my soul
Why did you have to leave me so low
Babe when I think about it I get so sad
What am I gonna do
Said when I drink about it oh I get so mad
What am I gonna do
Said the way you treat me little darlin
Good bye to you
