Текст песни Carlos Santana & Buddy Miles - Evil Ways (Live)

You've got to change your evil ways, baby
Before I stop loving you
You've gotta change, baby
And every word that I say, it's true

You've got me running and hiding all over town
You've got me sneaking and peeping
And running you down

This can't go on
Lord knows, you got to change, baby

Baby, when I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You're hanging 'round, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who

I'm getting tired of waiting and fooling around
I'll find somebody, who won't make me feel like a clown

This can't go on
You know you can't go on

No, baby, fooling around
Try somebody else, won't make me feel like a clown
Hey baby, you know you can't mess around anymore
No, no, you can't

Yeah, yeah, baby

When I come home, baby
My house is dark and my pots are cold
You're hanging 'round, baby
With Jean and Joan and a who knows who

I'm getting tired of waiting and fooling around
I'll find somebody, who won't make me feel like a clown

This can't go on, no, no, no
This can't go on