Hard Driving Papa - Bessie Smith
Lord I wish I could die 'cause my man treats me like a slave
Lord I wish I could die my
Man treats me like a slave
As to why he drives me I'm
Sinkin' low Lord in my grave
He's a hard drivin' papa drives
Me all the time
Drives me so hard I'm 'fraid
I'll lose my mind
And when the sun starts sinkin'
I start sinkin' into crime
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www.xmusic.io 音乐网Lord I rise in the mornin' dress
When the clock strikes four
I've a clock on one
And scrubbin' somebody's floor
He takes all my money
And starts to cry for more
I'm goin' to the river feelin' so sad and blue
I'm goin' to the river feelin' so sad and blue
Because I love him 'cause
There's no-one can beat me like he do
