Now if I ever mistreated you baby,
You know I didn't mean no harm.
Oh, if I ever mistreated you baby,
God knows I didn't mean no harm.
You know, I'm just a little country boy, baby,
And I was raised right down on the cotton farm.
Oh, you give me so much trouble, baby,
Babe, that I don't know what to do.
Oh, you give me so much trouble, baby,
Baby, I don't know, I don't know what to do.
Oh, I ain't got nothing, I ain't got nothing now, baby,
Babe, and it's all on, it's all on account of you.