Met a gal in a cabaret
Said pretty popa are you going my way
Her man know what its all about
He was waiting at the home just to throw me out

Broke my nose and he split my chin
Don't you let me catch you round here again
Beat me from the kitchen back to the door
Hit me with a chair til my head got sore

That'll never happen no more... That'll never happen no more

The wind in Chicago in the winter and fall
Cause me to wear my overalls
Flat broke but it weren't my fault
Been used to eating pork now I'm eating the salt

Met a woman in a pink mink fur
Big fat mouth me follow her
She pulled a gun and she took my dough
Didn't eat my heart out didn't get sore

That'll never happen no more... That'll never happen no more

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Writer(s): Blind Blake, traditional