Can’t Be Satisfied Ralph McTell

Going away to leave
Won't be back no more
Going way down south, child
Don't you worry no more

Woman, I'm trouble
Trouble, all worried mind
And I can never be satisfied
And I just can't keep from crying

Feel like snapping
Pistol in your face
I'm going to let some graveyard
Be your resting place

Woman, I'm trouble
Trouble, and I'm all worried mind
I can never be satisfied
And I just can't keep from crying

I'm moanin' in my sleep
Hear my doorbell ring
Looking for my babe
I don't see not a doggone thing

Woman, I'm trouble
Trouble, and I'm all worried mind
And I can never be satisfied
And I just can't keep from crying