Part Time Love - Clarence Carter

I’m gonna find me, lord I’ve got to find me a part time love

I’ve got to find me, I’ve got to find me a part time love

The next time, the next time my baby leaves me

There’s one other thing I want to tell you right here:

People in the cemetery, them are all alone

Some turn to dust, and some have bone

I’d rather be dead, six feet in my grave

Than to live lonely, each and every day

She came home this morning, I asked her where had she been?

She said don’t ask me no question daddy, because I’ll be leaving again

That’s why, that’s why I’ve got to find me, Lord I’ve go to find me a part time

love

The next time, the next time, the next time my baby leave me

Can’t you see I got to have me a part time love

And one more thing I want to say right here:

Every, every time my baby leaves me

I have to suffer the whole time she’s gone

Every, every time my baby leaves me

I have to suffer the whole time she’s gone

But oh, the next time my baby leaves me

Peoples can’t you see I just got to have me a part time love

Whoa, whoa, I’m talking about a love

One gonna stick by me when I get old

I’m talking about the kind of love

That’s gonna wash my dirty clothes

Whoa, I’m talking about love, yeah, yeah, I’m talking about love…