Pleading For The Blues Lyrics
Pleading For The Blues - Bertha Chippie Hill
I'm not crying pleading at your feet
I'm not crying pleading at your feet
Sent for you baby you treat me kind and sweet
Baby I'd rather work than to play
Baby I'd rather work than to play
But if you treat me mean I'll have to run away
I left my mother why can't I leave you
I left my mother why can't I leave you
I will leave anybody that treats me like you do