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American Ballads and Folk Songs DIRTY MISTREATIN' WOMEN*
A dollar's roun' goes from han' to han',
Jes' de way dese women goes from man to man.
She drove me from her do', throwed ashes all in my face, De way she mistreat me, she gonna drive me to my grave.
She cooked my breakfas' an' she th'owed it outdo's, Had de nerve to ask me would a matchbox hoi' my clo's.
Gwine lay my head on a railroad track,
Ef a train come along, gwine snatch it right back.
O-------, you don' do me no good,
I don' blame you, do de same thing ef I could.
Better stop yo' woman from smilin' in my face, Ef she keeps on smilin', I'll be rollin' in yo' place.
O-------, you bet' leave my li'l girl 'lone,
She might mistreat you an' you swear she done you wrong.
Poor dog in de alley, jumpin' 'gainst de chain, Got a high, high brown dat's doin' de same.
She change a dollar, give me a lovin' dime; I'll see her when her trouble's jes' like mine.
*The air comes from a Negro boy in Wiergate, Texas.