Guitar Slim The Things That I Used To Do
The things that I used to do
Lord, I won't do no more
The things that I used to do
Lord, I won't do no more
I used to set and hold your hand, baby
Cried begging you not to go
I would search all night for you, baby
Lord, and my search would always end in vain
I would search all night for you, baby
Lord, and my search would always end in vain
But I knew all along, darling
That you was hid out with your other man
I'm going to send you back to your mother, baby
Lord, and I'm going back to my family too
I'm going to send you back to your mother, baby
Lord, and I'm going back to my family too
'Cause nothing I do that please you, baby
Lord, I just can't get along with you
