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.