Ed Bell Mamlish Blues
Used to be my sugar you ain't sweet no more
Because you mistreated me and you throwed me from your
door
Mama my cot's ready keep it for myself
Mama I done got tired of sleeping by myself
Mama didn't like me papa give me ways
That's the very reason I'm a wandering child today
Talk about your sure love just ought to meet mine
She ain't so good‑looking but she do just fine
She stood on the corner see she going to steal that man
And a blind man see her dumb man call her name
Dumb man asked her who your [man, regular] can be
And the blind man looked at you sure look good to me
