Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her none It wouldn't help her none Whoa, times don't get no better Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Times don't get no better Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Well, you know I'm going back down south People, where the weather suits my clothes Where the weather suits my clothes Oh, so cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly So cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly I'm going back south And let this winter pass on by And let this winter pass on by And let this winter pass on by Let this winter pass on by, yeah
Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her none It wouldn't help her none Whoa, times don't get no better Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Times don't get no better Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Well, you know I'm going back down south People, where the weather suits my clothes Where the weather suits my clothes Oh, so cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly So cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly I'm going back south And let this winter pass on by And let this winter pass on by And let this winter pass on by Let this winter pass on by, yeah
