Dyin' by the Hour

Dyin' By the Hour (Remastered) - Bessie Smith/Brooks/Copyright Control

It's an old story every time

It's a doggone man

It's an old story every time

It's a doggone man

But when that thing is gone you

You just drift from hand to hand

I'd drink up all this acid

If it wouldn't burn me so

I'd drink up all this acid

If it wouldn't burn me so

Then telephone the devil

That's the only place I'd go

Once I weighed two hundred

I'm nothin' but skin and bone

Once I weighed two hundred

I'm nothin' but skin and bone

I would always laugh but

It's nothin' but a moan and a groan

Lord I'm dyin' by the hour about

That doggone man of mine

I'm dyin' by the hour 'bout

That doggone man of mine

He said he didn't love me

That is why I'm dyin' an' losin' my mind