(Marge Barton - F. McRae - Carlille)

I'm going back to my baby tomorrow
Can hardly wait till I walk through the door
Won't have to live with this misery and sorrow
Won't have to live with the blues anymore.

I'm going back to the arms that are waiting
If I walk every step of the way
I'll take what's left of a hard time of breaking
I'm going back back to my baby to stay.

It was such a mistake ever leaving
I didn't know love was so hard to find
I was such, such a fool for believeing
There was a better love than what I left behind.

I'm going back to my baby tomorrow
Can hardly wait till I walk through the door
Won't have to live with this misery and sorrow
Won't have to live with the blues anymore.

Won't have to live with the blues anymore...