You Don’t Have To Go - Jimmy Reed

Whoa, baby

You don’t have ta go

Whoa, baby

You don’t have ta go

I’m gonna pack up darlin'

Down the road I go

Well now, I give you all my money

Then ya go downtown,

an' you get back in the evenin'

Told me, walked down town

Whoa baby, you don’t have ta go

I’m gonna pack up darlin'

Down the road I go

Whoa baby, honey what’s wrong which' you?

Whoa baby, honey what’s wrong which' you?

Well you don’t treat me darlin', like you used to do