Ma Rainey Slave To The Blues
Ain't robbed no train : ain't done no hanging crime
It's that I'm a slave to the blues : even ??? that man of
mine
Blues do tell me : do I have to die a slave
Do you hear me screaming : you're going to take me to my
grave
If I could break these chains : and let my worried heart
go free
Well it's too late now : the blues have made a slave of
me
You see me raving : you hear me crying
Oh Lord : this wounded heart of mine
Folks I'm a‑grieving : from my head to my shoes
I'm a good‑hearted woman : but still I'm chained to the
blues
