Crooked Woman Blues

I work spring and summer, wintertime, cold as it could be
I work spring and summer, wintertime, cold as it could be
Give my woman my money, she made a monkey out of me

When my payday come, my baby's there, rain or snow
When my payday come, she's there, rain or snow
And when she gets my check, can't see her no more

Well, it's so crooked, a woman won't treat a good man right no more
Well, it's so crooked, you won't treat a good man right no more
They are through with you, just as soon as they get your dough

I used to have dollars by the hundred, in those days I was livin' fine
Umm, those days I was livin' fine
And no-good womens got me where, I can't show a dime

I'm going to tell you something, people, and it ain't no lie
I'm gonta tell you something, people, and it ain't no lie
I wouldn't give a woman nothing else, not even time to die



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Writer(s): Gene Campbell
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