Everybody
trying to tell me that you didn't mean me no good.
I've
been trying, Lord, let me tell you, Let me tell you I really did the best
I could.
I've
been working from seven to eleven every night, I said It kinda makes my
life a drag.
Lord,
that ain't right...
Since
I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose my worried mind.
Said
I've been crying, my tears they fell like rain,
Don't
you hear, Don't you hear them falling,
Don't
you hear, Don't you hear them falling.
Do you
remember mama, when I knocked upon your door?
I said
you had the nerve to tell me you didn't want me no more, yeah
I open
my front door, hear my back door slam,
You
must have one of them new fangled back door man.
I've
been working from seven, seven, seven, to eleven every night, It kinda
makes my life a drag...
Baby,
Since I've Been Loving You, I'm about to lose, I'm about lose to my worried
mind.
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