Things I Used To Do

The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no more I used to sit and hold your hand, baby Cried begging you not to go I would search all night for you, baby Lord, and my search would always end in vain I would search all night for you, baby Lord, and my search would always end in vain But I knew all along, darling That you was hid out with your other man I'm going to send you back to your mother, baby Lord, and I'm going back to my family, too I'm going to send you back to your mother, baby Lord, and I'm going back to my family, too 'Cause no matter what I do to try to please you, Baby Lord, I just can't get along with you