Knocking at Your Door

I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»
I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»
Well, it must have been my best friend
And I don’t live here no more
Well, I woke up this morning
About fifteen after two
Well, I woke up this morning
About fifteen after two
Well, I thought about my baby
I got damn old lonesome blues
Alright
She used to cook my breakfast
And feed me in the bed
She used to wash my face
And even comb my hair
I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»
I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»
Well, it must have been my best friend
And I don’t live here no more