Red Cross Store - Eric Burdon

Well I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Well I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal

Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread

Red Cross store wen’t help me fix my ailing head

I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death

No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I’m down to my last breath

Well I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Don’t talk to me 'bout no war, if you can’t tell me what I’m fighting for

I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before

If I could get a job, I wouldn’t go to that store no more

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more

Lord I ain’t goin' back to that Red Cross store no more