The Things That I Used To Do Lyrics - Guitar Slim

The things that I used to do 

Lord, I won't do no more 

The things that I used to do 

Lord, I won't do no more 

I used to sit and hold your hand, baby 

Crying, begging you not to go 

I would search all night for you, baby 

Lord, and my search would always end in vain 

I would search all night for you, baby 

Lord, and my search would always end in vain 

But I knew all along, darling 

That you was hid out with your other man 

I'm going to send you back to your mother, baby 

Lord, and I'm going back to my family, too 

I'm going to send you back to your mother, baby 

Lord, and I'm going back to my family, too 

'Cause nothing I do that please you, baby 

Lord, I just can't get along with you