I Got Some Help I Don’t Need(live) Songtext
von B.B. King
I Got Some Help I Don’t Need(live) Songtext
All of your affection is gone woman
And your love is growing cold
Oh, but I got a new story to tell you, baby
One that ain′t never been told
I believe you're runnin′ out on me, baby
I think I got some help that I don't really need
I went to work this morning
And I decided that I'd double back
That car that was sitting in front of my door
It looked like a brand-new Cadillac
And I ain′t got none now, baby
I believe you′ve been runnin' out on me
I believe to my soul, baby
That I′ve got some outside help I don't really need
The iceman came by this morning
And he didn′t leave no ice
The Postman came by
And he didn't even ring twice
I think you′re running out on me, baby, hmm
I think you've been runnin' out on me
And I believe to my soul
That I got some outside help I don′t really need
Now, you better tell that iceman
That I′m hot on his trail
And the next time the postman stop by
He better leaves a mail
And when I come home, it better be groceries on the shelf
You tell that insurance man
He better run from insurance on his self
'Cause I believe
I believe I got some help I don′t really need
And your love is growing cold
Oh, but I got a new story to tell you, baby
One that ain′t never been told
I believe you're runnin′ out on me, baby
I think I got some help that I don't really need
I went to work this morning
And I decided that I'd double back
That car that was sitting in front of my door
It looked like a brand-new Cadillac
And I ain′t got none now, baby
I believe you′ve been runnin' out on me
I believe to my soul, baby
That I′ve got some outside help I don't really need
The iceman came by this morning
And he didn′t leave no ice
The Postman came by
And he didn't even ring twice
I think you′re running out on me, baby, hmm
I think you've been runnin' out on me
And I believe to my soul
That I got some outside help I don′t really need
Now, you better tell that iceman
That I′m hot on his trail
And the next time the postman stop by
He better leaves a mail
And when I come home, it better be groceries on the shelf
You tell that insurance man
He better run from insurance on his self
'Cause I believe
I believe I got some help I don′t really need
Writer(s): Dave Clark, B.b. King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com