Me and my baby,
we can't get along no more
Yeah, me and my baby,
I'm glad we can't get along
no more
Now, she don't do no better, Lord,
I'd a -climb, got to let her go
She give me headaches and backaches,
things that I can't call
I know it must be catching,
cause it's bad in the spring and fall
She's a bad -looking woman,
and she don't mean no one
man no good
Now I believe that woman would do better
If the poor thing just only
understood
She was born in March
Her mind like the wind
Every time I see her with somebody
She say, boy, that's my friend
She's a bad -archin' woman,
and she don't mean no one
man or who
Now, I believe she would do better,
if this poor thing just only understood
She gets in the
bed like a bear,
or howled down her face
But the poor thing don't know,
she ruined the human race, na -na
She's a bad -eyed woman,
and she don't mean no one man,
no good
Now, I believe she would do better,
if the poor thing just only understood
Her hands are like pig iron,
her face is like an old new ground
She can drink sloan liniment,
and won't even frown
You know she's a bad -hearted woman,
and she don't mean no one
man no good
I believe she would do better, Lord,
if the poor thing just only
understood.