Idle hours
Idle hours
Yes, I'm sinking
Sinking
Sinking down below
I can't get no peace of mind
No matter where I go
Everything's gone wrong
And my head's going 'round and round
Everything's gone wrong
And my head's going 'round and round

I ain't had nothing but bad luck
Baby, ever since you hit this town

You say you love me
Do anything I say
Baby, you say that you love me
Do anything I say

Well, you see I'm deaf, dumb and blind
And you're trying to put me in my grave

You're no good to me in your grave
You're blind, and you say you cannot see
You're no good to me in your grave
And you're blind, and say you cannot see

But if you mess up with my money, baby
I'm gonna put you where you ought to be

I'll give you my money
Wash and scrub your floor
Open a closed account
So you can buy some pretty clothes

You can keep your money
I'll keep my dirty floors
Keep on wearin' my
Second-hand clothes
Because I'm tired
Tired as I can be

Yeah, you and your friend
Ain't got no trash for me

Say you're deaf and dumb
And your mind is weak
You say you're deaf and dumb
You say your mind is weak
But if you mess up with my money, baby
Yes, I'm gonna make you plainly speak

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Writer(s): Victoria Spivey