Lyrics Things That I Used To Do - Albert Collins

Things That I Used To Do

The things that I used to do, Lord, I won’t do, no more
The things that I used to do, Lord, I won’t do, no more
Well, I used to sit an' hold your hand, baby, cry for you not to go
I would search all night for ya baby, Lord, an' my search, would always be in
vain
I would search all night for ya baby, Lord, an' my search, would always been in
vain
Well, I knew all along darlin', that you’re bein' out wit’ch your other man
I’m gonna send you back to your mother, baby, Lord, an' I’m goin' back to my
family, too
I’m gonna send you back to your mother, baby, Lord, an' I’m goin' back to my
family, too
Well, if there’s nothin' I can do to please ya baby, Lord, I just can’t get
along with you