Ghetto Woman - B.B. King

She’s a ghetto woman, waitin for her man to come home

Oh poor ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home

She’s just a ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home

To come home

A rat run cross the floor, a roach turn up the wall

Everything is noisy around her, that don’t seem to bother her at all

Cause she’s a ghetto woman, sittin there all alone

She’s just a ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home

To come home

Yes, the tv’s on, radio blastin' the news

Somebody down the hall, playin the low down dirty blues

My ghetto woman, she’s all alone

She’s just a ghetto woman, waitin for her man to come home

To come home

Cause she’s a ghetto woman, said she’s a ghetto woman

Oh, ghetto woman, what’s on your mind

Sometimes I look in your face, can’t help but cry