I'm getting up soon, in the morning, I believe I'll dust my broom
  I'm getting up soon in the morning, baby, I believe I'll dust my broom
  Yeah, you know I love a boy, you know I do
  Yeah, my friends can't have my room
    I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
  Yeah, I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
  If I don't find him in Mississippi
  he's in New Orleans, I know
    Well, I don't want no man wants every downtown girl he meets
  No, I don't want no man wants every downtown girl he meets
  If he don't give me the loving
  I want that boy back on the street
    Well, I believe I'm coming home
  Yeah, I believe, I believe,
  I believe I'll go back home
  I'm gonna leave my baby, break up my happy home