Lyrics Matchbox - Ronnie Hawkins And The Hawks

Matchbox

Well I’m sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I’m sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain’t got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I’m an old poor boy and a long long way from home
I’m an old poor boy and a long long way from home
And I’ll never be happy, cause everything I do is wrong, yeah
I ain’t got no matches, but I got a long way to go
Honey let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
Honey let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little dog done
I got no matches, got a long way to go