Downhearted Blues - Alberta Hunter

My man mistreated 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

'twas 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 satisified