You Don't Have To Go

Whoa, baby, you don't have to go

Whoa, baby, you don't have to go

I'm gonna pack up, darling, down the road I go

Well, now I give you all my money, then you go downtown

And you'll get back in the evening, told me, walked downtown

Oh, baby, you don't have to go

I'm gonna pack up, darling, down the road I go

Whoa, baby, honey, what's wrong with you?

Whoa, baby, honey, what's wrong with you?

Well, you don't treat me, darling, like you used to do