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.

BESSIE SMITH