Peetie Wheatstraw — vocal, w/Lonnie Johnson — gtr, unk acc
April 1, 1938 Chicago, Decca 7479
Album: Peetie Wheatstraw Essentials Album
Allego Classic Blues cbl 200 037
Listen hear baby, ain’t gon' be yo' dog all my life
Because yo' other man tried to take my life
So what more can a man do?
I’d give up my job, lay down my money to you
Listen here baby you ain’t treat me right
You don’t do nothin' but clown 'n fight
You know I love you don’t care what you do
I’m gettin' tired of clownin' with you
What more can a man do?
Give up my job, lay down my money to you
You go out tonight no tellin' what I’ll do
I’m gettin' tired of worryin' over you
What more can a man do?
I’ll give up my job, lay down my money to you
'Now play at that girl'
(guitar & instrumental)
Now you know mama
I’m gettin' tired, gettin tired, gettin' tired
You’re in St. Louis all disguised
Cried last night an night befo'
I leave you this time I won’t have to cry no mo'
What more can a man do?
I’ll give up my job, lay down my money to you
So bye-bye baby, I’m leavin' you now
I know you don’t mean no good, no how
You did ev’rything a woman could do
You know about that, than I am through with you
What more can a man do?
I’ll give up my job, lay down my money to you