Billie's Blues (Take 1)

Lord, I love my man, tell the world I do

I love my man, tell the world I do

But when he mistreats me

Makes me feel so blue

My man wouldn't give me no breakfast

Wouldn't give me no dinner

Squawked about my supper and put me outdoors

Had the nerve to lay matchbox on my clothes

I didn't have so many

But I had a long, long ways to go

Some men like me coarse and happy

Some calls it snappy

Some call me honey

Others think I've got money

Some tell me, "Baby, you're built for speed"

Now if you put that all together

Makes me everthing a good man needs