Woorden: B.B. King. I'm Gonna Quit My Baby.

Well, I work hard everyday
Come home straight home with my pay
My baby either drink it up
Or she threw it all away

I'm gonna quit my baby
If she don't stop cheatin' and lyin'
Well, I would rather be alone
Than to be worried out of my mind

Well, I give her all of my money
I think I'm being kind
She buy a quart of bad whiskey
And the rest is beer and wine

Well, a few nights ago
I had to work kinda late
Somebody broke out of my house
Just like he was Superman's mate

Well, four o'clock this morning, when I staggered in the block
The little moonshine joint and the rest just begin to rock
I sneaked inside to get a better view
I caught my woman doin' the mambo too