Oh, the days is so lonesome and the nights are so long
The days is so lonesome, Lord, and the nights are so long
I miss my baby from rolling in my arm
I lay in my bed all night and rolled from side to side
Lay in my bed all night, rolled from side to side
I'm lonesome for my baby and can't be satisfied
I get up every morning with the risin' sun
I get up every morning with the risin' sun
Can't sleep for worryin' 'bout the way my baby done
Begin to feel superstitious, know my babe's going to put me down
Umm, know she's gonna put me down
She's got too much business in the other part of town
I'm down and in trouble, I'm gonna tell 'em to the Lord above
Umm, tell 'em to the Lord above
Lord, won't you send me my woman to love?
I need my baby every night to hold my achin' head
Umm, to hold my achin' head
So I can sleep in peace when I lay down in my bed
