Lucy done gone back on me,
Dat's de way wif life.
Evaht'ing was movin’ free,
T'ought I had my wife.
Den some dahky comes along,
Sings my gal a little song,
Since den, evaht'ing' s gone wrong,
Evah day dey‘ s strife.
Did n't answeh me to-day,
Wen I called huh name,
Would you t'ink she‘ d ac’ dat way
Wen I ai n't to blame?
Dat‘ s de way dese women do,
Wen dey fin's a fellow true,
Den dey‘ buse him thoo an’ thoo;
Well, hit‘ s all de same.
Somep'n' s wrong erbout my lung,
An’ I‘ s glad hit‘ s so.
Doctah says‘ at I‘ ll die young,
Well, I wants to go!
Whut‘ s de use o’ livin’ hyeah,
Wen de gal you loves so deah,
Goes back on you clean an’ cleah —
I sh'd like to know?