| Woman you must be stone down crazy |
| Either you’re going to lose your mind |
| Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy |
| Either you’re going to lose your mind |
| Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby |
| You must think my little heart is made of iron |
| Lord as I sit here in my dark room |
| Tears rolling down from my eyes |
| Yes I sit I sit here in my dark room |
| Tears rolling all down from my eyes |
| Yes you know my little baby looked at me and said daddy |
| Ohh, God knows you’re the hurted child |
| Oh yeah |
| Somebody come and get me Yes I think I’m going back down south |
| People where the weather suits my clothes |
| Yes I said I’m going back down south |
| People where the weather suits my clothes |
| Yes you know that I’m playing around in this big city so long man |
| Ohh, 'till I’m almost just done frooze |
| Darling you must be stone crazy |
| Or either you’re going to lose your mind |
| Yes I said woman you must be stone down crazy |
| Either you’re going to lose your mind |
| Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so low down and dirty |
| You must be think my little heart is made of iron |
| Wow as I sit here in my dark room |
| Tears rolling all down my eyes |
| Yes I sit I sit right here right here in my dark room |
| Tears rolling all down from my eyes |
| Yes you know my little girl looked at me and said |
| Ohh, my daddy is a hurted child |
| Ohh, Look-a-here now |
| Somebody come here |
| Lord I believe I’m going back down south |
| Where the weather suits my clothes |
| Yes I believe I’m going back down south |
| People where the weather suits my clothes |
| Yes you know that I’ve played around in these big cities so long man |
| Ohh, 'till I’m almost done frooze |