Oh Lady, Be Good - Oscar Peterson, Milt Jackson

Listen to my tale of woe

It’s terribly sad but true

All dressed up, no place to go

Each evening I’m awfully blue

I must win some handsome guy

Can’t go on like this

I could blossom out I know

With somebody just like you.

So

Oh, sweet and lovely lady, be good

Oh, lady, be good to me

I am so awfully misunderstood

So lady, be good to me

Oh, please have some pity

I’m all-alone in this big city

I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood

So lady be good to me

Oh, please have some pity

I’m all alone in this big city

I tell you I’m just a lonesome babe in the wood

So lady be good to me

Oh lady be good to me