Lyrics:

I'm sitting here wondering will the matchbox hold my cloth
I'm sitting here wondering will the matchbox hold my cloth
I haven't got so many matches but i got so far to go
I said Mama, who may your manager be
I said Mama, who may your manager be
Reason I ask so many question
Can you make arrangements for me
Excuse my mama for knocking on your door
Excuse my mama for knocking on your door
My mind don't change
I ain't loving that girl no more
I wouln't mind marrying
But i can't stand settling down
I wouln't mind marrying
But i can't stand settling down
I'm gonna to act like a preacher
And ride from town to town
I'm leaving town
Crying won't make me stay
I'm leaving town
Crying won't make me stay
Baby the more you cry
The further you drive me away