Working Man's Blues

So long I worried, I stole away and moaned
So long I worried, stole away and moaned
Didn't have no one baby to love me, I didn't have no happy home

I've been walking all night when the sun refused to shine
I've been walking all night when the sun refused to shine
And if I find her tonight I'm gonna really work her overtime

Sweet baby, crying won't help you, your praying won't do no good
Sweet baby, crying won't help you, praying won't do no good
That's when your faro, she have quit you, done everything you could

Spoken: Oh, step on it

The work ain't so hard, baby, oh, it's the way you do
The work ain't so hard, baby, oh, it's the way you do
Remember, the way you treat poor Walter, it's coming home to you

You go to your home, look where my old clothes used to hang
You go to your home and look where my old clothes used to hang
Just think about the way you treated me all last winter and spring