Oh, I woke up this morning, same thing on my mindI woke up this morning, same thing on my mindDidn't have nobody, jump me up and downWell, I got the blues about Rome, boy, Rome is not my homeGot the blues about Rome, boy, Rome is not my homeDon't worry about me, baby, I'll be there 'fore longOh, sometime I think my girl's too sweet to dieSometime I think my girl's too sweet to dieThen again I think she ought to be buried 'liveWell, I'm just standin' here, wonderin', would a matchbox hold my clothes?Standin' here, wonderin', matchbox hold my clothes?Ain't got so many matches, got so far to goWell, I've got nineteen women, and I b'lieve I want one moreI've got nineteen women, b'lieve I want one moreThat one more suit me, gonna let that nineteen goWell, I feel like jumpin' through the old keyhole in your doorI feel like jumpin' through the keyhole in your door"When you jump through here, you sure won't jump no more."
