Well I Got To Leave

Well, I gotta leave my baby, now

'Cause she won't leave these numbers 'lone

Well, I gotta leave my baby, now

'Cause she won't leave these numbers 'lone

She keep me worried an bothered

Lord, an troubled all the time

Lord, I work hard ev'ryday

An my baby, she won't let me be true

Well, I work hard ev'ryday, people

My baby just won't let me be true

My baby don't do nothin'

But play the races all the time

My baby plays five-forty-two.

Here come, five-forty-nine.

My baby told me this mornin'

Said, now her daddy go

God knows, God knows

I wasn't there no more

I say, 'Oooh',

Baby, how could I get 'ware, to the way you do.

Well, I decided I would start workin'.

My babe won't leave these numbers 'lone.

No, she won't.

(guitar solo)

Goodbye baby, gotta let you go.

You won't leave these numbers, oh Lord.

Leave, leave these numbers, alone.