Well I′m goin' down south child
This weather here′s too cold
You know I'm goin' down South child
This weather here′s too cold
I gotta lay around Chicago I ain′t got change in cold
When I woke up this morning and found my baby gone
You know I woke up this morning found my baby gone
I couldn't do nothing but bury my head in home
Well I was in jail with my back turned to the wall
Well I was in jail with my back turned to the wall
Now ... is in a free world having herself a home
When I leave you this morning I′m glad to shake your hand
You know I'm leaving this morning I got to shake your hand
And I′m going back to my woman you back to your man
Writer(s): Mckinley Morganfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
