Now,
asked sweet mama, let me
be her kid,
She says, I
might get loved if I could
keep it hid.
Well she
looked at me, she be-
gin to smile,
Says, I
thought I would use you for my
man awhile,
That you just don't let my
husband catch you there,
Now just, just don't let my
husband catch you there.

Now,
went upstairs to pack my
leaving trunk,
I never
saw no whiskey, the blues done made me
sloppy drunk,
Say I never saw no whiskey,
blues done made me sloppy drunk,
Now I never saw no whiskey, but the
blues done made me sloppy drunk.

Now,
some say they dream,
some say they was 'deemed,
But it's a
slow consumption killing you
by degrees,
Lord it's a slow consumption
killing you by degrees
Now it's a slow consumption, and it's
killing you by degrees