(Jimmy Reed)
Oh, baby, you don't have to go
I'm gonna pack up, darlin', down the road I'll go
Well, I give you all my money and you go downtown,
You come back in the morning and you call me a clown
Oh, baby, you don't have to go
Oh, baby, honey, what's wrong with you?
Well, you don't treat me, darlin', like you used to do