My man mistreated me, and he drove me from his door

Lord he mistreated me, and he drove me from his door

But the Good Book says you've got to reap just what you sow



I got the world in a jug, got the supper? right here in my hand

I got the world in a jug, got the supper? right here in my hand

And if you want me sweet papa you gotta come under my command



Say I ain't never loved but three men in my life

Lord I ain't never loved but three men in my life

't was my father and my brother and a man that wretched my life



Lord it may be a week and it may be a month or two

I said it may be a week and it may be a month or two

All the dirt you're doin' to me sho' comin' home to you



Lord I walked the floor, hang my head and cried

Lord I walked the floor, hang my head and cried

Had the down hearted blues, and I couldn't be satisfied.