Lucille Bogan Tired As I Can Be
I worked all the winter, and I worked all the fall,
I've got to wait until spring, to get my ashes hauled,
And now I'm tired, tired as I can be,
And I'm goin' back home, where these blues don't worry
me.
I'm a free-hearted woman, I let you spend my dough,
And you never did win, you kept on askin' for more,
And now I'm tired, I ain't gon' do it no more,
And when I leave you this time, you won't know where I
go.
My house rent's due, they done put me outdoors,
And here you ridin' 'round here, in a V-8 Ford,
I done got tired, of your lowdown dirty ways,
And your sisters say you've been dirty, dirty all your
days.
I never will forget, when the times was good,
I caught you standin' out yonder, in the Piney Woods,
And now I'm tired, tired as I can be,
And I'm goin' back South, to my used-to-be.
