Whoa, oh mercy mercy me. Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no no. Where did all the blue skies go?. Poison is the wind that blows. From the north west and south and east.
Have mercy. Have mercy, baby. Mmm, have mercy, yeah. Have mercy on me. Well, I went to see a gypsy. And had my fortune read. She said, Don. Your baby's gonna leave you.
Have mercy. Have mercy baby. Have mercy. Have mercy on me. . Well I went to see a gypsy. And had my fortune read. She said Don, your baby's gonna leave you.