You're tellin' me to do right, baby

And you won't do right, yourself

You tellin' me to do right, baby

And you won't do right, yourself

Ev'rytime my back is turned

You comin' and dodging with somebody else



I believe I'm going to leave you

So, you can take care of yourself

I believe I'm going to leave you

So, you can take care of yourself

Iris, the reason I'm going to leave you

You can get you somebody else



I hate to leave you

But the talk is all over town

I hate to leave you

But the talk is all over town

Ah, but I've been a good boy to you

But you gonna put the poor boy down



'Whoa, here boy'



(violin & guitar)



I know you're going miss him

Good man, when he's gone away

I know you're gonna miss him

Good man, when he's gone away

It may not be so soon, baby

But it will be're along in a lonesome day



It may be soon

Baby, an it may be late

It may be soon

Baby, an it may be late

Yes, says she's a red-hot mama

Lord, an she sure won't break.