Somebody Have Mercy Songtext
von Otis Rush
Somebody Have Mercy Songtext
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Well, now sometime I don′t know how I stand
The thing this woman do to me
When I think about how she treats me
Tears fall down like rain, like rain
When I think about how she treats me
Tears fall down like rain, like rain
Well, when I think I got her tail down
She starts actin' up again
Well, now let me tell you
Goin′ down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yeah
Goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand
I'm gonna catch me an armful of Greyhound
And ride just as far as I can
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Well, now sometime I don′t know how I stand
The things this woman do to me
Well, I′m standin', wonderin′, baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes
Standin', wonderin′, baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yeah
Well, now I got a long way to get there
And I got a some time to go
Well, now let me tell you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Well, now sometime I don′t know how I stand
The thing this woman do to me
When I think about how she treats me
Tears fall down like rain, like rain
When I think about how she treats me
Tears fall down like rain, like rain
Well, when I think I got her tail down
She starts actin' up again
Well, now let me tell you
Goin′ down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yeah
Goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand
I'm gonna catch me an armful of Greyhound
And ride just as far as I can
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yeah
Well, now sometime I don′t know how I stand
The things this woman do to me
Well, I′m standin', wonderin′, baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes
Standin', wonderin′, baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yeah
Well, now I got a long way to get there
And I got a some time to go
Well, now let me tell you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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