Grady Chili Cold Blood
Why, baby, why are you treatin’ me this way?
Why, baby, why are you treatin’ me this way?
Mistreat me every night and every day.
Why, baby, why did I never see it comin’?
Why, baby, why are you always off and runnin’?
Now I’m hear just tellin’ every one.
Why, baby, why did you tell me you were mine?
Why, baby, why when you knew that you were lyin’?
‘Said, “Half of me’s already dead.
Half of me’s already dead.
Dead…
The other half is dying.
(This is what I told her)
