Go to your home, hot mama, look where my old clothes used to hang Go to your home, hot mama, look where my old clothes used to hang Just think about the way you treated me all last winter and spring I started down the road and my feet refused to walk I started down the road and my feet refused to walk I have something good to tell you but my tongue refuse to talk Worry is on my mind, trouble have settled all around my brain Worry is on my mind, trouble have settled all around my brain I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I hate the day that I ever knowed your name Know you're going to miss me, You're going to miss me, baby, from my walk Know you're going to miss me, You're going to miss me, baby, from my walk It won't be so much (bad), it will only be the whole town's talk