Text: Rolling Stones. I Can't Be Satisfied.

Well, I'm going away to live
Won't be back no more
Going back down south, child
Lord don't you worry 'bout

Woman I'm trouble
Trouble and all worried mind
Well, I just can't be satisfied
Just can't keep on crying

Well, I feel like snapping
Pistol in your face
Going to let some graveyard
Lord be your resting place

Woman I'm trouble
Trouble and all worried mind
Yeah, I just can't be satisfied
Just can't keep on crying

Yeah, I'm all in my sleep
Hear my doorbell ring
Looking for my baby
Lord seen a doggone thing

Woman I'm trouble
Trouble and all worried mind
Yeah, I just can't be satisfied
Just can't keep on crying

Yeah, I know my little old babe
She gonna jump and shout
That old train be late man
Lord I come walking out

Woman I'm trouble
Trouble and all worried mind
Yeah, I just can't be satisfied
Just can't keep on crying, well