Young Womans Blues
Woke up this mornin
When chickens was crowin for day
Felt on the right side of my pilla
My man had gone away
By this pilla
He left a note readin
' Im sorry, Jane, you got my goat
No time to marry, no time to settle down'
Im a young woman and aint done runnin round
Im a young woman and aint done runnin round
Some people call me a hobo
Some call me a bum
Nobody knows my name
Nobody knows what Ive done
Im as good as any woman
In your town
I aint no high yeller
Im a deep killer of brown
I aint gonna marry
Aint gonna settle down
Im gonna drink good moonshine
And rub these browns down
See that long lonesome road
Lawd, you know its gotta
And Im a good woman
And I can get plenty men