That’s No Way to Get Along Eric Clapton

[Verse 1]
Well, I'm going home
Friends, sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down, tell my mama
I'm going home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm going home, sit down and tell my mama
That that's no way for me to get along

[Verse 2]
'Cause these low-down women, mama
They treated your, your poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
Low-down women treated your poor son wrong
Low-down women, mama, treated your poor son wrong
And that's no way for him to get along

[Verse 3]
They treated me like my poor heart
Was made of rock or stone
Mama, made of rock or stone
My poor heart was made of rock or stone
My poor heart was made of rock or stone
And that's no way for me to get along

[Verse 4]
Well I stood on the roadside
And I cried alone all by myself
Cried alone all by myself
Stood on the roadside, cried all by myself
I stood on the roadside cryin' all by myself
And that's no way for me to get along