The Things That I Used To Do - James Brown

The things that I used to do

Lord, I won’t do no more

The things that I used to do

Lord, I won’t do no more

I used to sit and

Hold your hand, baby

Cry and beg you not to go

I was born in Georgia, baby

Lord, I was raised in Tennessee

I was born in Augusta, Georgia, baby

Lord, I was raised in Tennessee

No matter how hard I tried

Somebody always hurting on me

I’m going to send you

Back to your mother and

I’m going back to my family too

I’m going to send you

Back to your mother, baby

Lord, and I’m going back to my folks

My old, my old folks back home too

Cause nothing I can

Do to please you, mama

Lord, I just can’t get along with you

Ow, ow, ow

You’re so mean to me now