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.
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