Part Time Love

I got to find me
Lord, I’m gonna find me a part time love
I’ve gotta find me
Oh, I got to find me a part time love
Oh, the next time, next time my baby leaves me
I just gotta have me a part time love
Now listen
People in the cemetery, they are not all alone
Some turn to dust, some have bones
I’d rather be dead, six feet in my grave
Than to live lonely, each and very day
He came hom this morning, I asked him where’d he been
He said, «Don't ask me no questions, mama, I’ll be leaving again»
That’s why I gotta find me
Lord, I’m gonna find me a part time love
The next time, next time
Can’t you see I’ve gotta find me a part time love?
Every time my baby leaves me
I have to suffer the whole time he’s gone
Every, every, every time my baby leaves me
I have to suffer the whole time he’s gone
Well, the next time my baby leaves me
People, can’t you see I got to find me a part time love?