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
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Note: originally titled, "Talking Slim Blues" by Albert Collins.