My Home Is in the Delta

Well my home's in the delta
Way out on that old farmer's road
Well I'm leaving Chicago
People, people, and I sure do hate to go

Yes I'm leaving here in the morning
Back down the road I go
Well I know my baby
She don't know, she don't know what shape I'm in

I haven't had no lovin', oh Lord
Oh Lord, in God knows when
I'm here sittin' and thinkin'
Wondering where in the world she been

Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm
Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm

Well, you know I here sittin' and thinkin'
Wondering where in the world she been