Part Time Love - Joanna Connor, Joe Bonamassa

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?