(G. Johnson/D. Gallagher)
If I was to tell you
What I left behind
Would you leave me?
Would you change your mind?
Would you leave me?
Would you change your mind?
I said, would you leave me?
Would you change your mind?
Come on, baby
I had a whole lot of trouble
When I was a young man
You know that bad luck
Wouldn`t let go of my hand
You know that bad luck
Wouldn`t let ?o of my hand
I said that bad old luck
It wouldn`t let go of my hand
So when somebody tells you
`Bout some bad thing that I`ve done
Don`t let `em tell you
That I`m not my mother`s son
I said, don`t let `em tell you
That I`m not my mother`s son
Darling, don`t let `em tell you
That I`m not my mother`s son
Come on, open up baby
If I hadda followed
What was on my second mind
I would`ve been here now
Biting my own tongue and lying
I would`ve been here now
Biting my own tongue and lying
Darling, I would`ve been here now
Biting my own tongue and lying
Bite my tongue
So, please stop your crying
Over some little thing that I`ve said
Come on, baby
Let me hold your worried hand
I said, come on, baby
Let me hold your worried hand
I said please stop your crying
Let me hold your worried hand
Open up baby
Open up baby