| I wished I had my poor heart in my hand
|
| I wished I had my poor heart in my hand
|
| I show you women, how to treat a man
|
| I’m goin', I’m goin', your cryin' won’t make me stay
|
| Oh, I’m goin', your cryin' won’t make me stay
|
| But the more you cry, further you drive me away
|
| You know you didn’t want me, you oughtn’t’ve made no stall
|
| You know you did not want me, you oughtn’t’ve made no stall
|
| There’s plenty more women, prayin' for your downfall
|
| If the river was whiskey, I’d stay drunk all the time
|
| If the river was whiskey I would, stay drunk all the time
|
| So a woman like you, could not worry my mind
|
| Some of these mornings, baby, listen to what I say
|
| Some of these mornings, baby, listen to what I say
|
| I’m goin' away to leave, it will be too late to pray |