Workin' from seven to eleven every night
It really makes life a drag
I don't think that's right
I've really been the best of fools
I did what I could, yeah
'Cause I love you, baby
How I love you, darling
How I love you, baby
My beloved little girl, little girl
But baby, since I've been loving you, yeah
I'm about to lose my worried mind, oh yeahEverybody trying to tell me
That you didn't mean me no good
I've been trying, Lord, let me tell you
Let me tell you I really did the best I could
I've been working from seven to eleven every night
I said it kinda makes my life a drag
Lord, that ain't right, no no
Since I've been loving you
I'm about to lose my worried mind
Watch outSaid I've been crying, yeah
Oh, my tears they fell like rain
Don't you hear, don't you hear them falling
Don't you hear, don't you hear them fallingDo you remember, mama, when I knocked upon your door?
I said you had the nerve to tell me
You didn't want me no more, yeah
I open my front door, hear my back door slam
You know, you must have one of them new fangled
New fangled back door man
Songwriters
JIMMY PAGE, ROBERT PLANT, JOHN PAUL JONESPublished by
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