Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me
Sometimes I don't know how I stand
The things this woman do to me

Let me tell you, when I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like rain, like rain
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like rain, like rain
When I think I got her chained down
She starts actin' up again

Oh let me tell you, I'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am
I'm goin' down to the bus station with a suitcase in my hand
Yes I am
I'm gonna grab me an armful of Greyhound
And ride just as far as I can

Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me
Sometimes I don't know how I stand
The things this woman do to me

I'm standin' here wonderin' baby
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Yes I am
Standin' wonderin' baby
Will a matchbox hold my clothes?
Yes I am
I've got a long way to get there
And I got-a some time to go

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Writer(s): SAM COOKE