I got rocks in my bed, and I can’t sleep there no more, no more.
I got rocks in my bed, and I can’t sleep there no more.
Old rockin' chair’s got me, and the blues is knockin' on my door.
If you neva' been in love, please don’t try to find it out.
If you neva' been in love, please don’t try to find it out.
And if you feel your po' little heart start slippin', then you better ask
somebody what it’s all about.
Ahh, greased 'n lightenin', greased 'n lightenin'.
'Cause it hurts to love someone, that you can’t have all by yo’self.
Ahh, tell me about it, Lonnie.
Hurts to love someone, that you can’t have all by yo’self.
And the part that really hurts you so bad — when you got to share them with
somebody else.
Take it bass … Oh, git it an' git it good!
Now you told me that you love me baby, and you told me a lie.
But today you quit me — make up your mind or die.
So get yo’self together, 'cause I ain’t goin' stand no more doggin' around.
I know you got somebody else, cause the talk 's all over town.
Now I’m gettin' awful tired, of sleepin' by myself.
If you don’t want my lovin', then I’ll just dish it on out to somebody else.
I got to get myself together, 'cause I’m tired of sleepin' by myself.
And if you don’t want my lovin', then I’ll just shove it on out there to somebody else.