Work House Blues

Everybody's tryin' to work out

blues all day oh Lord,

oh Lord.

The work is so hard, thirty days is

so long, oh

Lord, oh

Lord.

I can't plow, I

can't cook.

If I'd run away, wouldn't that

be good? 'Cause I'm goin' to the

nation, goin' to the

territory.

Say,

I'm bound for the nation,

bound for the territory.

I got to leave here, I got to

get the next train gone.

Work out says way

out on a long old lonesome

road.

The work out says way out on a

long old lonesome

road.

I'm a hard luck gal, catch the

devil everywhere I

go.

Say, I wish I had me a

heaven of my

own.

Say, I wish I had a

heaven of my own.

I'd give all the poor girls a

long old happy home.

Say, he used to be

mine, but look who

got him now.

Say,

he used to be mine,

but look who got him

now.

Says she sure can't keep him, he don't

mean her no good no how.