Letra de The Things That I Used To Do
The things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no moreThe things that I used to do Lord, I won't do no moreI used to sit and hold your hand, baby Cry and beg you not to goI was born in Georgia, baby Lord, I was raised in TennesseeI was born in Augusta, Georgia, baby Lord, I was raised in TennesseeNo matter how hard I tried Somebody always hurting on meI'm gonna send you back to your mother And I'm going back to my family tooI'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby Lord, and I'm going back to my folks My old, my old folks back home too'Cause nothing I can do to please you, mama Lord, I just can't get along with youOw, ow You're so mean to me now, to me now