Lyrics:

Well, I'm going away to leave
Won't be back no more
Going back down south
Child, don't you want to go?

Woman I'm troubled
I be all worried in mind
Well babe I just can't be satisfied
And I just can't keep from trying

Well, I feel like snapping
Pistol in your face
I'm going to let some graveyard
Lord, be her resting place

Woman I'm troubled
I be all worried in mind
Well babe I can't never be satisfied
And I just can't keep from trying


Well now all in my sleep
Hear my doorbell ring
Looking for my baby
I didn't see not a doggone thing

Woman I was troubled
I was all worried in mind
Well honey I could never be satisfied
And I just couldn't keep from crying

Well I know my little old baby
She going to jump and shout
That old train be late man
Lord, and I come walking out

I be troubled
I be all worried in mind
Well honey ain't no way in the world for me to be satisfied
And I just can't keep from trying