| I’m gonna find me, lord I’ve got to find me a part time love
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| I’ve got to find me, I’ve got to find me a part time love
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| The next time, the next time my baby leaves me
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| There’s one other thing I want to tell you right here:
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| People in the cemetery, them are all alone
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| Some turn to dust, and some have bone
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| I’d rather be dead, six feet in my grave
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| Than to live lonely, each and every day
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| She came home this morning, I asked her where had she been?
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| She said don’t ask me no question daddy, because I’ll be leaving again
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| That’s why, that’s why I’ve got to find me, Lord I’ve go to find me a part time
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| love
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| The next time, the next time, the next time my baby leave me
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| Can’t you see I got to have me a part time love
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| And one more thing I want to say right here:
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| Every, every time my baby leaves me
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| I have to suffer the whole time she’s gone
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| Every, every time my baby leaves me
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| I have to suffer the whole time she’s gone
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| But oh, the next time my baby leaves me
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| Peoples can’t you see I just got to have me a part time love
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| Whoa, whoa, I’m talking about a love
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| One gonna stick by me when I get old
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| I’m talking about the kind of love
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| That’s gonna wash my dirty clothes
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| Whoa, I’m talking about love, yeah, yeah, I’m talking about love… |