| It’s gonna rain any minute,
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| There’s not a star in sight;
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| Things are mighty slow,
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| I guess I’ll close up shop and go home to Joe.
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| I know he won’t be glad to see me Without a penny to the good,
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| But I’m not carin' much what happens,
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| I did the best I could!
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| He’s just good for nothin' Joe,
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| But oh, I love him so!
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| Guess I’d die if good for nothin' Joe ever tried to leave me flat,
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| Oh yes, I’m certain of that!
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| Folks I know can’t understand
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| Why I must have that man;
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| Lord, he sends me like nobody can,
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| Ain’t a woman just like that!
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| I wouldn’t mind doin' what I’m doin',
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| I’d beat these streets till my feet were sore,
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| But when it’s slow and I go home to him,
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| Instead of sympathy,
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| He’s just as mean as can be!
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| Still, there’s nothin' I can do now
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| Because I love him so,
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| I’d be good for nothin' too, I know
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| Without good for nothin' Joe.
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| I’d be good for nothin' too, I know
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| Without good for nothin' Joe,
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| I’m goin' home to Joe! |