I'm settin' here wond'rin' will a match box hold my clothes I'm settin' here wond'rin' will a match box hold my clothes I ain't got so many matches, but I got so far to go I say, fair brown, who may your manager be? Oh, mama, who may your manager be? Reason I ask so many questions, can't you make arrangements for me? I got a girl cross town, she crochet all the time I got a girl cross town, crochets all the time "Mama, if you don't quit crocheting, you gon' lose your mind" I can't count the times I stoled away and cried Can't count the times I stoled away and cried Sugar, the blues ain't on me, but things ain't goin' on right If you want your lover, you better pin her to your side I say, if you want your baby, pin her to your side If she flag my train, Papa Lemon's gon' let her ride I ain't seen my good gal in three long weeks today I ain't seen my good gal in three long weeks today Said, it's been so long, seem like my heart's gon' break Now, excuse me, mama, from knockin' on your door Well, excuse me, mama, from knockin' on your door If my mind don't change, I'll never knock here no more