| Now you can mistreat me here | 
| But you can’t when I go home | 
| You can mistreat me here | 
| But you can’t when I go home | 
| 'Cause I got someone there | 
| Will really make you leave me alone | 
| Now I give you all my money, baby | 
| What mo' can a po' man do? | 
| Give you all my money, hoo ooh | 
| What mo' can a po' man do? | 
| You’s a sweet little girl | 
| Baby, but you won’t be true | 
| Now I done tol' you once, now baby | 
| And I don’t wanna have to tell you no mo' | 
| Take your time now, play it right for you over in Chicago | 
| I done tol' you, I don’t wanna tell you no mo' | 
| Tell me what? | 
| You can get all a my lovin' if you let that black man go | 
| Play that boss man | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| Yeah, yeah | 
| Now my mama tol' me | 
| And my papa startin' cryin' | 
| My mama tol' me | 
| And my papa he startin' cry | 
| What he said? | 
| Said, «Son, you’re too young a man | 
| To have them many women yourself» | 
| I looked at my mama an' papa, now | 
| Now an' I never cracked a smile | 
| Yes, yes, yes, yes | 
| Looked at my mama an' papa | 
| An' I never cracked a smile | 
| What about it? | 
| I said, «The little women I got kill me | 
| Mama, Lord, I don’t mind dyin'» | 
| Dee da, be ba, ba ba ba |