I'se sittin here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes

I'se sittin here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes

I ain't got so many matches

But I got so far to go

Hey mama who may your manager be

Lord Lord who may your manager be

Reason I ask so many questions

Can't you make friends match for me

I got a girl cross town she crochet all the time

I got a girl cross town crochet all the time

Mama if you don't quit crochet-in

You gunna lose your mind

I can't count the time I stoled away and cried

I can't count the time I stole away and cried

You gonna throw rain on me same thing goin on round

If you want your lover you better pin her to your

Side

I said you want your baby pin her to your side

If you flag my train papa never saw let her ride

I ain't seen my good gal in three long weeks today

I ain't seen my good gal in three long weeks today

Gal its been so long seem like my heart gon break

Excuse me mama for knockin on your door

Well excuse me mama for knocking on your door

My mind don't change I'm lovin that gal no more