Young Woman’s Blues

Woke up this mornin’ when chickens were crowin’ for day
Felt on the right side of my pillow, my man had gone away

By his pillow he left a note
Readin’ “I’m sorry, Jane, you got my goat.”

No time to marry, no time to settle down
I’m a young woman and ain’t done runnin’ ’round
I’m a young woman and ain’t done runnin’ ’round

Some people call me a hobo, some call me a bum
Nobody knows my name, nobody knows what I’ve done

I’m as good as any woman in your town
I ain’t no high yella, I’m a deep killer brown

I ain’t gonna marry, ain’t gon’ settle down
I’m gon’ drink good moonshine and run these browns down

See that long lonesome road, Lord, you know it’s gotta end
and I’m a good woman and I can get plenty of men.



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