I've often been told that time bring 'bout a change
I've often been told that time bring 'bout a change
Yes, I've had two years of torture and my heart still feel the same
I had a real fine woman, fine as she could be
Let me tell ya, I had a real, real fine woman, fine as she could be
But the syndicators, back-biters stole that little girl away from me
Two years of being without her, seven hundred and thirty days
And I still remember her little brown body and the sweet love, baby way
Two years of torture and I'm still in misery
Oh, but I'm doomed as a lover unless she come back to me
