Nobody knows what’s on
My troubling mind
My man abuses me round
And now I feel like dying
I can never tell when
My man’s gonna throw me down
‘Cos he’s mean and evil
Every time he comes around

You’re crying do right, baby
You won’t do right yourself
If you don’t do no better
I’m gonna get somebody else
Causes trouble, trouble
Trouble everywhere I go
When I wake up every morning
Trouble’s standing in my door

Now you must want your mama
To lay down and die for you
Laying down’s alright
But dying will never do
I’m gon’ tell you, baby
Like the tadpole told the [?]
Kick you in deep water
Tear your eyeballs out
[Cornet solo: Louis Armstrong]