Shelley Burslem
I don´t see why blues come in my house every mornin´ before day Every time its comin´ it s just about time to get thereMy little girl, she done gone away and her name was Ida MaeAnd then I had to say MmmmPlease, please, please, come back to me Ida MaeMmmm, oh Lord, please come back to ne, Ida MaeBaby you wanna come to me this timeI ain t gpnna have nothin else to sayLookie here, girl, I know you don t like me no moreBut I´m beggin you with tears in my eyes If you gonna go, tell me good bye, good byeYou don t have to worry, you don t have toDon t mistreat me no more, babyMmmmm, don t mistreat Po Lightnin no moreYeah , you know I can t hardly live, yeah, I cant live no.