Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Lucille Bogan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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