Paroles: Sam Cooke. Somebody Have Mercy.

Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me
Somebody have mercy
And tell me what is wrong with me, yea
Sometimes I don't know how I stand
The things this woman do to me

Let me tell you
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain
When I think about how she do me
The tears fall down like a rain, like a rain
When I think I've got her chained down
She starts actin' up again

Well, oh, let me tell you
I'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am
I'm goin' down to the bus station
With a suitcase in my hand, yes I am
I'm gonna grab me a armful of Greyhound
And ride just as close I can
And do that thing for me now, yea
And yea yea yea yea yea yea yeah

Let me tell you one more time
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me, Lord have mercy
Somebody have mercy
I wonder what is wrong with me, yea
Sometimes I don't know how I stand
The things this woman do to me

Do that one more time while I tell 'em
I'm standin' here wonderin', baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am
Standin', wonderin', baby
With a matchbox hole in my clothes, yes I am
Ohh, I got a long way to get there
And I got a short time to go
One more time