Lord I wish I could die,
'cause my man treats me like a slave,
Lord I wish I could die,
my man treats me like a slave,
As to why he drives me,
I'm sinkin' low,
Lord, in my grave!
He's a hard drivin' papa,
drives me all the time,
Drives me so hard,
I'm 'fraid I'll lose my mind,
And when the sun starts sinkin',
I start sinkin' into crime!
Lord, I rise in the mornin',
dress when the clock strikes four,
I've a clock on one and
scrubbin' somebody's floor,
He takes all my money
and starts to cry for more!
I'm goin' to the river,
feelin' so sad and blue,
I'm goin' to the river,
feelin' so sad and blue,
Because I love him,
'cause there's no-one
can beat me like he do
compositores: G. Brooks
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