Albert Collins
The Things That I Used to Do
The things that I used to do, Lord, I won't do, no moreThe things that I used to do, Lord, I won't do, no moreWell, I used to sit an' hold your hand, baby, cry for you not to goI would search all night for ya baby, Lord, an' my search, would always be in vainI would search all night for ya baby, Lord, an' my search, would always been in vainWell, I knew all along darlin', that you're bein' out wit'ch your other manI'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby, Lord, an' I'm goin' back to my family, tooI'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby, Lord, an' I'm goin' back to my family, tooWell, if there's nothin' I can do to please ya baby, Lord, I just can't get along with you
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"The Things That I Used to Do" as written by Eddie Jones
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