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I'm blue, I'm blue, so blue, I don't know what to Because my man don't stay home; Every night he has to roam Because I'm his, he thinks me slow But other men don't find me so.

Everybody's man is better to me than my own. Hear me cry, hear me sigh Oh listen to me moan He cheats me, he cheats me and stays out all night long. When he's out, they're hanging round All those long, tall teasing browns. Oh, I could get loving, if I'd take a chance They'll pay the fiddler, if I'll only dance, But my mean pappa wontwon't [sic] bring it home Oh - everybody's man is better to me than my own.