MURDER GONNA BE MY CRIME


Sippie Wallace - 1966



Tell me, baby
What in the world is wrong with your mind
Talk to me, pretty poppa
Tell me what in the world is wrong with your mind 
You keeps me worried
And I'm bothered all the time

Some folks thinks I'm happy
But, oh, you don't know
Some folks thinks I'm happy
But you don't know
You can never tell
What goes behind closed doors

You made me love you
Now your lover girl's done come
You made me love you
Now your lover girl's done come 
If you didn't want me
Why in the world don't you send me home

Baby, you don't know
You don't really know
Baby, you don't know
You don't really know my mind
You misuse me
And I really don't mind dyin'

Well, I'm charged with stealing
But murder is my crime
I'm charged with stealing
But murder is my crime
I'm gonna kill my baby
Unless he change his mind
Lord, change your mind



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2017)