No need to ask me
Why I'm packing my clothes

No need to ask me
Why I'm packing my clothes

Yes I'm leaving you darlin
And I really don't care who knows

Now I used to love you
But now I'm getting tired of your kind

Yes I'm going back down south mama
May be just to see what I can find

Now I may miss you
But I don't think I will

I'm going to get me a new woman
To love me till I get my fill

You mistreated me mama
You would not treat me nice and sweet

So I'm going down south
Shake this dust of this town off my feet