I should have quit you, long time ago.
I wouldn't be here, my children,
Down on this killin' floor.
I should have listened, baby, to my second mind.
Everytime I go away and leave you, darling,
You send me the blues way down the line.
Treat me right, baby,
Now take it down a little bit
People tell me baby can't be satisfied,
Try to worry me, baby,
But I never did end up guit-chewin' myself.
People worry, baby, I can't keep you satisfied.
Let me tell you baby,
You ain't nothin but a two-bit, no-good jive.
Went to sleep last night, worked as hard as I can,
Bring home my money, you take my money, give it to another man.
I should have quit you, baby, such a long time ago.
I wouldn't be here with all my troubles, down on this killing floor.
Squeeze me, baby, till the juice runs down my leg.
The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed.
I'm gonna leave my children down on this killing floor.