Lyrics Matchbox - The Beatles

I said I'm sitting here watching
Matchbox holdin' my clothes
I said I'm sitting here wondering
Matchbox holdin' my clothes
I ain't got no matches
But I sure got a long way to go
I'm an old poor boy
And I'm a long way from home
I'm an old poor boy
And I'm a long way from home
I've never been happy
'Cause everything I ever did was wrong
Well, if you don't want my peaches, honey
Please don't shake my tree
If you don't want any of those peaches, honey
Please don't mess around my tree
I've got news for you, baby
Leave me here in misery
All right
Well, let me be your little dog
Till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog
Till your big dog comes
And when your big dog gets here
Watch how your puppy dog runs
Well, I said I'm sitting here watching
Matchbox holdin' my clothes
I said I'm sitting here watching
Matchbox holdin' my clothes
I ain't got no matches
But I sure got a long way to go