Says a married woman, sweetest thing ever been born

She would be more sweet and true to me, if I could go to her home



Blues and trouble, two things I've had all my life

I never had so much trouble, till I fell in love with another man's wife



What's the use of gettin' sober, know you're gonna be drunk again

What's the use of leavin' your mama, know you're gonna beg back home again



She's so evil, baby you know you can't count

Because you can never tell, when your husband is around



Tell me what's the matter mama

Can't see no mail

Post office's on fire

Mailman in jail



I'm gonna call you one mornin', please don't forget that day

If you can't do like I tell you, mama go on your no good way