I won't even turn my head.
Don't sent your kinfolk to give me no talkin'
I'll be gone, like I said.
You'd just say the same old things
That you be sayin'all along,
Just lay there in your bed and keep your mouth shut,
Till I'm gone.
Don't give me that old familiar cry and fuss and moan
Understand your man.
Now, you can give my other suit to the Salvation Army,
And everything else I leave behind --
I ain't takin'nothin'that'll slow down my travelin'of your bad-mouthin'
Understand your man.
