Young Woman's Blues Lyrics

Bessie Smith Young Woman's Blues

Woke up this mornin' when chickens was crowin' for day
Felt on the right side of my pilla', my man gad gone away
By this pilla' he left a note readin', "I'm sorry, Jane, you got my goat
No time to marry, no time to settle down"

I'm a young woman and ain't done runnin' 'round
I'm a young woman and ain't done runnin' 'round
Some people call me a hobo, some call me a bum

Nobody knows my name, nobody knows what I've done
I'm as good as any woman in your town
I ain't no high yeller, I'm a deep killer of brown
I ain't gonna marry, ain't gonna settle down

I'm gonna drink good moonshine and rub these browns down
See that long lonesome road
Lawd, you know it's gotta and I'm a good woman and I can get plenty men