On a Sunday mornin', just 'bout half past four
On a Sunday mornin', just 'bout half past four
My babe shook my hand, said, "Daddy, I can't use you no more."
Lord, I may get better, babe, I can't get well
Lord, I may get better, babe, I can't get well
I'm goin' back to my used-to-be, and bid this country farewell
Lord, I'm worried now, but won't be worried long
Lord, I'm worried now, babe, but I won't be worried long
It takes a man like me to carry this worried song
Babe, I been worried so long that, worryin' don't bother me
Babe, I been worried so long that, worryin' don't bother me
But ain't nobody here, babe, to take pity on poor me
I've got a good girl and a lady friend
I've got a good girl and I've got a lady friend
And the best part about her, she always tells me where she's been
I always will have trouble, until I'm dead and gone
I always will have trouble until I'm dead and gone
If you'd-a love me, mama, you'd never treated me wrong