Yes Indeed He Do - Original - Bessie Smith

I don’t know what makes it rain

Can’t tell what makes it snow

While I don’t claim to know it all

But there’s some things I do know

There’s one thing in particular

That I never have to guess

I ask myself this question

And I had to tell me, yeah

Oh, do my sweet, sweet daddy love me?

Yes, indeed he do

Is he true as stars above me?

What kind of fool is you?

He don’t stay from home all night

More than six times a week

Oh, I know that I’m his Sheba

And I know that he’s my Sheik

And when I ask him where he’s been

He grabs a rocking chair

Then he knocks me down

And says, «It's just a little love lick, dear»

But if some woman looks at him

I’ll tear her half in two

Oh, do my sweet, sweet daddy love me?

Yes, indeed he do

Of course, my sweet daddy loves me

Yes, indeed he do

If he beats me or mistreats me

What is that to you?

I don’t have to do no work

Except to wash his clothes

And darn his socks and press his pants

And scrub the kitchen floor

I wouldn’t take a million

For my sweet, sweet daddy Jim

And I wouldn’t give a quarter

For another man like him

Gee, ain’t it great to have a man

That’s crazy over you

Oh, do my sweet, sweet daddy love me?

Yes, indeed he do