作词 : Cooke
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yea
Sometimes 
I don't know how 
I standThe things this woman do to me
Let me tell you
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain
When I think 
I've got her chained down
She starts actin' up again
Well, oh, let me tell you
I'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes 
I amI'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes 
I amI'm gonna grab me a armful of 
GreyhoundAnd ride just as close 
I canAnd do that thing for me now, yea
And yea yea yea yea yea yea yeah
Let me tell you one more time
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me, 
Lord have mercy
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me, yea
Sometimes 
I don't know how 
I standThe things this woman do to me
Do that one more time while 
I tell 'em
I'm standin' here wonderin', baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes 
I amStandin', wonderin', baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes 
I amOhh, I got a long way to get there
And I got a short time to go
One more time