Somebody have mercy 
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah 
Somebody have mercy 
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah 
Well, now sometime I don't know how I stand 
The thing this woman do to me 
When I think about how she treats me 
Tears fall down like rain, like rain 
When I think about how she treats me 
Tears fall down like rain, like rain 
Well, when I think I got her tail down 
She starts actin' up again 
Well, now let me tell you 
Goin' down to the bus station 
With a suitcase in my hand, yeah 
Goin' down to the bus station 
With a suitcase in my hand 
I'm gonna catch me an armful of Greyhound 
And ride just as far as I can 
Somebody have mercy 
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah 
Somebody have mercy 
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah 
Well, now sometime I don't know how I stand 
The things this woman do to me 
Well, I'm standin', wonderin', baby 
With a matchbox hole in my clothes 
Standin', wonderin', baby 
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yeah 
Well, now I got a long way to get there 
And I got a some time to go 
Well, now let me tell you 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah