If I was to tell you what I left behind

Would you leave me?

Would you change your mind?

Would you leave me?

Would you change your mind?

I said, would you leave me?

Would you change your mind?

Come on, baby

I had a whole lot of trouble

When I was a young man

You know that bad luck

Wouldn't let go of my hand

You know that bad luck

Wouldn't let go off my hand

I said that bad old luck

It wouldn't let go of my hand

So when somebody tell you

About some bad thing that I've done

Don't let 'em tell you

That I'm not my mother's son

I said, don't let 'em tell you

That I'm not my mother's son

And darling, don't let 'em tell you

That I'm not my mother's son

Come on, opem up baby

If I had a followed

What was on my second mind

I would've been here now

Biting my own tongue and lyin'

I would've been here now

Bitin' my own tongue and lyin'

Darling, I would've been here now

Bitin' my own tongue and lyin'

Bite my tongue

So, please stop your cryin'

Over some little thing that I've said

Come on, baby

Let me hold your worried hand

I said, come on, baby

Let me hold your worried hand

I said please stop your crying

Let me hold your worried hand

Opem up baby

Opem up baby