Man, where the weather suits my clothes
 Now I done fooled around in Chicago
 Yeah, an' I got done almost froze
 Now that I done fooled around in Chicago
 Lord, I done almost froze

 Lord, my baby, my baby
 She don't treat me good no mo'
 Now I know the reason she don't love me
 She's wild about Mister So an' So
 Now I know the reason she don't love me
 She's wild about Mister So an' So

 Now an' I know my baby
 Mm I know, Miss Lacey, wanna see me now
 Because my baby she didn't want me
 To come way back up here, no how
 Lord, my baby she didn't want me
 To come way back up here, no how