Well I'm going away to leave Won't be back no more Going back down south child Don't you want to go? Woman I'm troubled I be all worried in mind Well baby I just can't be satisfied And I just can't keep from crying Well I feel like snapping Pistol in your face I'm going to let some graveyard Lord be your resting place Woman I'm troubled I be all worried in mind Well baby I just can't be satisfied And I just can't keep from crying Well now all in my sleep Hear my doorbell ring Looking for my baby I didn't see not a doggone thing Woman I was troubled I was all worried in mind Well honey I could never be satisfied And I just couldn't keep from crying Well I know my little old baby She going to jump and shout That old train be late man Lord And I come walking out I be troubled I be all worried in mind Well honey ain't no way in the world could we be satisfied And I just can't keep from crying