Down South

Now an' I'm goin' back down South
Man, where the weather suits my clothes
Now I done fooled around in Chicago
Yeah, an' I got done almost froze
Now that I done fooled around in Chicago
Lord, I done almost froze

Lord, my baby, my baby
She don't treat me good no mo'
Now I know the reason she don't love me
She's wild about Mister So an' So
Now I know the reason she don't love me
She's wild about Mister So an' So

Now an' I know my baby
Mm I know, Miss Lacey, wanna see me now
Because my baby she didn't want me
To come way back up here, no how
Lord, my baby she didn't want me
To come way back up here, no how