Matchbox Blues

I’m sittin’ here wonderin’
Would a matchbox hold my clothes?
I ain’t got so many matches but I got so far to go

I said, mama, who may your manager be?
I said, mama, who may your manager be?
Reason I ask so many questions
Can you make arrangements for me?

Excuse me, mama, from knockin’ on your door
Excuse me, mama, from knockin’ on your door
My mind done change, I ain’t lovin’ that girl no more

I wouldn’t mind marryin’ but I can’t stand settlin’ down
I wouldn’t mind marryin’ but I can’t stand settlin’ down
I’m gonna act like a preacher
And ride from town to town to town

I’m leaving town, cryin’ won’t make me stay
I’m leaving town, cryin’ won’t make me stay
Baby the more you cry, the further you drive me away