Lyrics Sweets' Blues - Jimmy Witherspoon

Sweets' Blues

Got to leave you baby, please don’t feel no grudge
Got to leave you baby, please don’t feel no grudge
Gonna be down with the game, that you just can’t be your judge
Wasn’t bringing home no money, it’s not worth the misery I went through
You wasn’t bringing home no money, it’s not worth the misery I went through
Well the game they play like that, baby you know it as well as I do
Gonna sell those clothes I bought you, got to have me a fresh made robe
Gonna sell those clothes I bought you, got to have me a fresh made robe
Well I ain’t gonna leave you with nothing, but your poor weak mind body and soul
Now I know I gotta leave you, you know you treated me like a rat
Now I know I gotta leave you, you know you treated me like a rat
If someone mistreat you baby, oh woman I’m guilty of that