Ohhhh, my baby don’t treat me good no more.
Ohhhh, my baby don’t treat me good no more.
When I was sick and down, she drove me from her door.
I just found out why my baby treats me so unkind.
I just found out why my baby treat me so unkind.
When she go to bed every night she tells everything what’s on her mind.
Violin, sing the blues for me! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
Kick it low, boys! Kick it low! [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
