I've often been told that time bring 'bout a change I've often been told that time bring 'bout a change Yes I've had two years of torture and My heart still feel the same I had a real fine woman, fine as she could be Let me tell ya, I had a real, real fine woman Fine as she could be But the syndicators, back-biters Stole that little girl away from me Two years of being without her Seven hundred and thirty days And I still remember her little brown Body and the sweet love baby way Two years of torture and I'm still in misery Oh, but I'm doomed as a lover unless She come back to me