I can't get a hold of my little red cells I won't make through another today I can't get a hold of my little red cells I won't set a foot out of my bed today I can't get a hold of my little red cells And there are times When could luck seems hard To find It'll feel like coming home So baby don't worry For me It will be like coming home So baby don't worry for me Sometimes they don't matter The things I do You see they don't matter The things I do Sometimes they don't matter Because they're never new There are times...