No need to ask me, why I'm packing my clothes No need to ask me, why I'm packing my clothes I'm going to leave you mama, and I really don't care who knows Now I used to love you, but now I'm getting tired of your kind Now I used to love you, but now I'm getting tired of your kind I'm going down south, just to see what I can find Now I may miss you, but I don't think I will Now I may miss you, but I don't think I will I'm going to get me a new woman, to love me till I get my fill You mistreated me mama, you would not treat me nice and sweet You mistreated me mama, you would not treat me nice and sweet So I'm going down south, shake this dust of this town off my feet