MOG

Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so dirty baby
You must be think my little heart is made of iron
Yes I sit, I sit here in my dark room
Yes I believe I'm going back down south

People where the weather suits my clothes
People where the weather suits my clothes
Yes you know my little girl looked at me and said
Or either you're going to lose your mind

Tears rolling down from my eyes
Lord I believe I'm going back down south
Where the weather suits my clothes
Yes I said baby you must be stone crazy
Yes you know that I've played around in these big cities so long man
Ooh, God knows you're the hurted child
Somebody come and get me
Wow as I sit here in my dark room
Either you're going to lose your mind
Yes I sit, I sit right here right here in my dark room
Lord as I sit here in my dark room
Yes I said I'm going back down south
Ooh, my daddy is a hurted child
Darling you must be stone crazy

Oh yeah

Yes you know my little baby looked at me and said daddy

Either you're going to lose your mind
Somebody come here
Tears rolling all down my eyes
People where the weather suits my clothes
Yes you know playing around in this big city so long man

Yes I wanna know how could you treat me so low down and dirty
You must think my little heart is made of iron
Ooh, 'til I'm almost just done froze
Ooh, look-a here now
Yes I think I'm going back down south
Tears rolling all down from my eyes
Yes I said woman you must be stone down crazy
Tears rolling all down from my eyes