Tell Me Baby by King Solomon Hill Lyrics

Oh tell me baby, what fault you find of me?2
I'm gonna pack my suitcase, beat it back to Tennessee

On my hands and crying, I've been treated so blind Lord
Oh, tell me baby, what fault you find of me?
I'm gonna pack my suitcase...

Nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime
Wish I had a love in my life, love me all the time
Call her baby...
I'm gonna pack my suitcase...

Nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime
Got a house full of children, ain't no ne'er one mine
Oh, tell me baby...

Babe, I can't see, honey to save my life
Why we can't get along just like man and wife3
Oh tell me baby, what fault you find of me?
I'm gonna pack my suitcase...
I said think mama told me, papa told me too
Don't need whiskey and women, gonna beat around on you
I'll call my baby, what fault you find...?