I got a dreamy-eyed woman, live down on Cherry Street I got a dreamy-eyed woman, live down on Cherry Street And she laughs and talk with every brownskin old man she meet Says, I told her last night and all the night before And I told her last night and all the night before Said, "If you don't quit so much Runnin', baby, you can't be mine no more" Put both hands on her hips, and these is the words she said Put both hands on her hips, and these is the words she said Says, "Big boy, I couldn't miss you if the Good Lord told me you was dead" I'm gonna leave here walkin', chances I may ride I'm gonna leave here walkin', chances I may ride 'Cause I got the blues, baby, and I can't be satisfied Hollerin', mmm, baby, what more can I do? Hollerin', mmm, baby, what more can I do? Want me to cut my throat, baby, tryin' to get along with you