Heptune presents:

Poor Me Blues

    (Hicks)

Transcribed from vocals by Edna Hicks, 12/23;
From Edna Hicks, Hazel Meyers, Laura Smith: Complete Recorded Works in Chronological Order, vol.2: 1923-1927; Document Records, DOCD-5432

I left my mother, the best friend I had,
For the man that took me,
That's why I'm all-in bad;
Nobody gives me sympathy,
That's the reason why I cry "poor me,"

Sittin' all alone, I can see a thousand miles away.
Sittin' all alone, I can see a thousand miles away.
I can see the man that made me what I am today.

He has made me weep, he has made me moan and groan.
He has made me weep, he has made me moan and groan.
Took me from my home, and left me all alone.

I left my mother, standing in the door.
I left my mother, standing in the door,
With her hand on my waist, and her fist held to the floor.

All my clothes is torn, so the cold will lash my skin,
All my clothes is torn, so the cold will lash my skin,
And my heart's so broke, that I got them poor me blues.



Published 7/26/99.

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