Hard Lovin' Blues

Good mornin', blues,
Blues, how do you do?
Eh, good mornin', blues,
Blues, how do you do?
I would like to have
Just a few words with you.
Yeah, I woke up this mornin'
With an awful achin' head,
Yes, early this mornin'
With an awful achin' head,
Now my man has left me
A room with an empty bed.
Ain’t it hard
Lovin' another woman’s man,
Yes, it’s so hard
Lovin' another woman’s man,
You can’t get him when you want him;
You’ve got to catch him when you can,
It takes a good, smart woman these days,
Takes a good, smart woman these days,
Yes, to hold her man
When these gals has got so many different ways;
I’m gonna watch my man,
Don’t care what these other gals say.
Lord, lord, lord, lord, lord, oh, lord,
Hmmm, lord, lord!
Say, these men in Harlem
Treat poor me like I was a dog.