Woke up this morning 'bout half
past nine,
Lord, and I just could not keep
from cryin',
I was worried about that stevadore
man of mine.
Now, my man, he must be gone to
shame,
Oh, how I hate to call my sweet
daddy's name,
Now people, I, I miss my sweet
man so.
Tell me, doctor, fill this prescription
for poor me.
And cure me of my love disease,
Now, it's rainin' and it's hailin',
It's stormin', daddy, on the sea;
Lord, it's rainin' and it's hailin',
It's stormin', baby, on the sea;
Now that's the onliest way they
keep my sweet daddy away from me.
Now, I stole my sweet man,
Stole him from my best friend,
Lord, I stole my sweet man,
I stole him from my best friend.
Now that woman's done got lucky,
Lord, and stole her man back again.
Published 9/9/99.
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