I Could Cry (1957 Version)

Oh, sometimes I could cry
Woman, I could just lay down and die
Oh, sometimes I could cry
Baby, I could just lay down and die
Well if you listen to my story, baby
Woman, I'll tell you the reason why

My baby needs, and she likes me
In the evenin' when I come home
Oh, she needs and she likes me
In the evenin' when I come home
Yeah, seems like everything I do
Everything I do is wrong

I used to have plenty money
The finest clothes in town
Never 'cause no trumped up troubles
Until you get me down
mercy, mercy, mercy, baby
Oh, have mercy on you
Well, I'll always love you darlin'
No matter what you do

Now listen to this fella, baby
I'll try to change my ways
Don't go 'causin trumped up troubles
Worry all my days
Mercy mercy mercy, baby
Oh, have mercy on me
Yes, I'll be right there
When the grave digger laid her down