Mistreatin' Blues Lyrics
Mistreatin' Blues - Frank Stokes
Now you mistreat me
Oh baby drove me from your door
Oh but the good book say
Mama you got to reap just what
You sow
Well if you don't want me
Well mama you don't have to
Run no salt
I can find more good girls
Than a passenger train can
I ain't going by your color
Or woman neither by your
Good hair
Oh but the dreams that you give me
Baby call me from
Anywhere
Now you may be brownskin
And your hair weren't too long
If you mistreat me woman
You sure God lost your home
And now the short-haired woman
When they carry your troubles on
She make you think through the daytime
Trouble you all night long
She make you think you're right
When you know good and
Well you're wrong
And I'm goin' to the gypsy
Have my good gal's fortune told
She's got a pocket full of greenback
A mouth stuck full of gold
And it's wonder what's the reason
A-baby I can't rest at night
For the gal that
I'm crazy about have took my appetite