I took you down to camps, baby, you couldn't make a dime I take you down to camps, baby, you couldn't make a dime You keep me worried, baby, all the time I put you in a house, baby, way last Fall I put you in a house, baby, way last Fall And you let a man stay there, baby, for nothin' at all Spoken: Play it. Play it! I don't know what it is that makes me love you so I don't know what it is that makes me love you so When I'm where you at, I don't want to go I come home this mornin' and you was out and gone I come home this mornin', you was out and gone You left a note on my table, say, "Papa, I got your waters on" Spoken: Play it, Man! You don't have nothin' but a no good biddie nohow