Letra de Work House Blues

Everybody′s cryin' the Work House blues all day, oh Lord, oh Lord
The work is so hard, 30 days is so long, oh Lord, oh Lord
I can′t fly, I can't cook, if I run away, wouldn't that be good?
′Cause I′m going to the Nation, goin' to the Territor′
Said, I'm bound for the Nation, I′m bound for the Territor'
I got to leave here, I got to get the next train goin′

Work House sits way out on a long old lonesome road
The Work House sits way out on a long old lonesome road
I'm a hard luck gal, yes, the Devil every where I go

Say I wish I had me a Heaven of my own
Say I wish I had a Heaven of my own
I'd give all the poor girls a long old happy home

Say he used to be mine, but look who got him now
Say he used to be mine, but look who got him now
Yes, she sure can′t keep him, he don′t mean her no good, no how