It's Just Too Bad-Charley Lincoln/Barbecue Bob

She's Gone - Barbecue Bob When you were down: Sick down on your bed When you were down Sick down on your bed Know bobby brought you your medicine: Also brought you bread You is up today: Looking good again You is up today looking good again I knocked on your door: Won't even let me in But the sun going to shine: Once more in my back door But the sun going to shine: Once more in my back door It's true I love you sweet mama: But you can't mistreat Me no more I was standing at the terminal: Arms fold up and cried I was standing at the terminal Arms fold up and cried Crying I wonder what train Taking that brown of mine And I run to the telephone Took the receiver down And I run to the telephone Took the receiver down I said hello central Give me doctor brown My baby looks for me: At any old hour at night My baby looks for me At any old hour at night No matter when I go there: She's never turning off her light Mmm mmm Lord lord lord lord Mmm mmm Lord lord lord loard You womens in atlanta: Treat your men like your dog Before this time brown: Maybe another year I'll be up the country: Drinking that cool can beer