Interpret:

B.B. King

Album:

I

I think I'm gonna have to move, people 
I gotta move out of my neighborhood 
Hey, I said I'm gonna have to move 
I gotta get out of my neighborhood 
Because you see 
The women they tell lies on me 
And the men they just don't mean me 
No doggone good 


Every time my telephone rings 
Some lady trying to play 
Some old funny game on me 
Every time my telephone rings 
Some lady trying to play 
Some old funny game on me 
And every time my front doorbell rings 
Some angry six foot man 
With a knife in his hand 


They say I'm in love with a woman 
That works down at the Chicken Shack 
They say Deacon Jones' wife 
Gave me a brand new Cadillac 
That's why I gotta move 
I gotta get out of my neighborhood 
I tell you the people 
They tell lies on me 
Hey, they just don't mean me 
No doggone good 


My landlady came by my apartment 
She came by just to make up my bed 
But it took her all night long 
Can you imagine what the neighbors said 
That's why I gotta move 
Hey, I gotta get out 
Of my neighborhood 
I tell you the people 
They tell lies on me 
Hey, they just don't mean me 
No doggone good 


Hey, I gotta move 
Hey, I gotta move 
I gotta move 
I gotta move 


Hey, the people, the people 
Don't like me here, people 
Oh you know they just don't mean me 
No doggone good 


Nobody loves me but my mother 
Sometimes I think 
She could be jiving, too 
Hey, nobody 
Nobody loves me but my mother 
And she could be jiving, too 
Now I think you know 
Why I act funny, baby 
Oh when you do the things you do