Well, the rocks is my pillow The cold ground is my bed I looked over at the woman beside me I said, "I might as well be dead" You don't love Why won't you tell me so? If you don't really love me, angel I'm gonna pack my things and go Well, you told You always would be mine But now you've gone and left me, baby And I'm alone to cry You don't love Why won't you tell me so? Oh, if you're gonna really leave me I wanna be the first to know Well, I gave you all of my money I bought you a house in town I want you to make love to me With no one else around You don't want me I'm gon' pack my things and go Well, the woman that I am lovin' She don't want poor me around no more