I'm gonna find me, lord I've got to find me a part time love I've got to find me, I've got to find me a part time love The next time my baby leaves me There's one other thing I wanna tell you right here: People in the cemetery, them are all alone Some turn to dust, and some have bone I'd rather be dead, six feet in my grave Than to live lonely, each and every day She came home this morning, I asked her where had she been? She said don't ask me no question daddy, because I'll be leaving again That's why, that's why I've got to find me, Lord I've go to find me a part time love The next time, the next time, the next time my baby leave me, Can't you see I got to have me a part time love And one more thing I wanna say right here: Every, every time my baby leaves me I have to suffer the whole time she's gone Every, every time my baby leaves me I have to suffer the whole time she's gone But oh, the next time my baby leaves me Peoples can't you see I just got to have me a part time love Whoa, whoa, I'm talking about a love, One gonna stick by me when I get old I'm talking about the kind of love That's gonna wash my dirty clothes Whoa, I'm talking about love, yeah, yeah, I'm talking about love...