Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
Bessie Smith
I've got the blues and it's all about my honey man
I've got the blues and it's all about my honey man
What makes me love him I sure don't understand
I'd rather be in the ocean floatin' like a log
I'd rather be in the ocean floatin' like a log
That to stay with him and be mistreated like a dog
My heart's on fire but my tub is icy cold
My heart's on fire but my tub is icy cold
But I'm goin' right to him praisin', get him told
I'll fix him if it's twenty years from now
I'll fix him if it's twenty years from now
I'll have him bell'in' just like a cow
I's born in Georgia, my ways are on the ground
I's born in Georgia, my ways are on the ground
If you mistreat me, I'll hug you like a hound