LaVerne Butler - Hit the Road Jack

Whoa baby, whoa baby, why you treat me so mean
You're the meanest old lover I've ever seen
(I guess if she says so)
(You'd better pack your things and go, that's right)

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more

Now baby, listen baby, don't ya treat me this way
You know that I'll be back on my feet someday
I don't care if you go 'cause it's understood
You ain't got no money and you just ain't no good
(I guess if she says so)
(You'd better pack your things and go, that's right)

Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
And don't you come back no more (no more)
And don't you come back no more (no more)
No more (no more)
No more (no more)
No more

Written by:
Percy Mayfield

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Lyrics © THE RAY CHARLES FOUNDATION DBA TANGERINE MUSIC

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