Work House Blues

Everybody's cryin' the work house blues all day

Oh Lord! Oh, Lord!

The work is so hard, 30 days is so long

Oh Lord! Oh, Lord!

I can't fly, I can't cook, if I run away wouldn't that be good

'Cause I'm going to the Nation, goin' to the Territor'

Said, I'm bound for the Nation, bound for the Territor'

I got to leave here, I got to get the next train goin'

Work house sits way out on a long old lonesome road

The work house sits way out on a long old lonesome road

I'm a hard luck gal, yes, the Devil everywhere I go

Say I wish I had me a Heaven of my own

Say I wish I had a Heaven of my own

I'd give all the poor girls a long old happy home

Say he used to be mine, but look who got him now

Say he used to be mine, but look who got him now

Yes, she sure can't keep him, he don't mean her no good, no how