Lyrics:

Well I'm tired of sighin'
Tired of worryin' too
Well I've made up my mind baby
What I'm gonna do
I've got my clothes in a matchbox
Gonna forget about you
Well I tried to tell ya many times
But I never could do it
Well I've made up my mind baby
And this time I'm through
I've got my clothes in a matchbox
Gonna forget about you
(guitar solo)
I've got my clothes in a matchbox
Gonna forget about you