Slave Man Blues

How many mo' years, baby, now will I be your slave?
I say, how many mo' years, Mama, now will I be your slave?
Well, now something I'm tellin' you
Ooh-well, now I'm tired of you low down dirty ways

When I come home at night, baby. ev'rything is wrong
When I come home at night, Mama, ev'rything is wrong
Now you sit keep company all day
Ooh-well-well, your man he will be gone

I often tell you, to be careful what you do
Ooh-ooh-well brown, to be careful what you do
Well now, if it is right or wrong, ooh well, somebody may tell on you

I tried to be a real man, but now it seems to be all in vain
Ooh-hoo-hoo girl, seems to be all in vain
But now you know if tell on you baby
Ooh-well, now you goin' just the same

Can you tell me please, if you know just what right means?
Ooh-well faro, if you know just what right means?
Well you about to go out here grumpiest
Ooh well, than any woman I ever seen