The Things That I Used To Do (10-27-53) - Guitar Slim, Jones

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 sit 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