Lonesome Desert Blues

Lonesome Desert Blues - Bessie Smith

A fly will stick to jelly and wood will stick to glue

But a man won't stick to a woman

No matter what she do

The wrong way I'm bound to sue

That man o' mine is triflin' and

He don't treat me right

He's got another sweetie

He sees her late at night

That is why I've got those desert blues

I'm gonna travel to the desert

Out in the western land

I'm gonna hid my troubles

In the burnin' sand

Temptation I can't refuse

For that man o' mine I'm bound to lose

My mind is like a row boat

Out on a stormy sea

He's with me right now

In the mornin' where will he be

Lore-oh lore-oh lore-oh

Lore-oh lore-oh lore-oh

Lore-oh Lore-oh Lore-oh

I'm so nervous I'm quakin' in my shoes

I'm burnin' up I've got those

Lonesome desert blues