You're tellin' me to do right, baby And you won't do right, yourself You tellin' me to do right, baby And you won't do right, yourself Ev'rytime my back is turned You comin' and dodging with somebody else I believe I'm going to leave you So, you can take care of yourself I believe I'm going to leave you So, you can take care of yourself Iris, the reason I'm going to leave you You can get you somebody else I hate to leave you But the talk is all over town I hate to leave you But the talk is all over town Ah, but I've been a good boy to you But you gonna put the poor boy down 'Whoa, here boy' (Violin & guitar) I know you're going miss him Good man, when he's gone away I know you're gonna miss him Good man, when he's gone away It may not be so soon, baby But it will be're along in a lonesome day It may be soon Baby, an it may be late It may be soon Baby, an it may be late Yes, says she's a red-hot mama Lord, an she sure won't break.