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've 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 close I can
Do that thing for me now

Let me tell you one more time
Somebody have mercy I wonder what is wrong with me,
Lord have mercy
Somebody have mercy I wonder what is wrong with me, yeah
Sometimes I don't know
How I stand the things this woman do to me
Do that one more time, my fellas

I'm standin' here wonderin', baby,
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am
Standin', wonderin', baby,
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am
Oh I got a long way to get there
And I got-a some time to go

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Writer(s): SAM COOKE