part-time love

b.b. king

try it one more

please. you know i got to find me

people

i got to find me

a part time love

oh i need

i need me a part time love

every time

every time my baby leaves me

you know i need a part time love

the people in the cemetery

they're not all alone

some turn to dust

and some have bone

you know i'd rather be dead

six feet in my grave

than to live lonely

each and everyday

i need me

i need me a part time love

every time my woman leaves me

you know i need a part time love

she came home this morning

i asked her where she'd been

she said

don't ask me