Текст:
Now listen to me people
'Cause I wanna tell you something
Every single day
I go on my way
And I won't worry about my baby,
Worry about my girl,
'Cause she's a pretty one
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa, yeah
Find me another woman,
My love for her is gone,
And I don't worry about my baby,
Worry about my girl,
Oh yeah
Just have to tell me true,
Oh yeah
If she had to do the thing she done
She might have used more tact;
I can't be responsible
For all the love she lacked
Yeah, yeah
This is a true story, people
That's a pretty tune
I'm a'telling you
'Cause every single day
When I go on my way
I won't worry about my baby,
Yeah, she's in another town, [?]
I'll tell you, baby,
Whoa, yeah
'Cause I wanna tell you something
Every single day
I go on my way
And I won't worry about my baby,
Worry about my girl,
'Cause she's a pretty one
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa, yeah
Find me another woman,
My love for her is gone,
And I don't worry about my baby,
Worry about my girl,
Oh yeah
Just have to tell me true,
Oh yeah
If she had to do the thing she done
She might have used more tact;
I can't be responsible
For all the love she lacked
Yeah, yeah
This is a true story, people
That's a pretty tune
I'm a'telling you
'Cause every single day
When I go on my way
I won't worry about my baby,
Yeah, she's in another town, [?]
I'll tell you, baby,
Whoa, yeah
