I Won't Be Hanging Around

I Won't Be Hanging Around - Albert King

Well the rocks is my pillow

The cool ground is my bed

I looked over the woman beside me I said

I might as well be dead

You don't love me

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 me that you loved me

You always would be mine

But now you've gone to love me baby

And I'm alone to cryin'

You don't love me

Why won't yout tell me so

Oh if you 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

When no one else are around

You don't want me

Go pack my things and go

Well the woman that I am lovin'

She don't want poor me around to more