Billie's Blues (Live At Carnegie Hall, New York, 1946)

I love my man I′m a liar if I say I don't I love my man I′m a liar if I say I don't But I'll quit my man I′m a liar if I say I won′t I've been your slave, baby Ever since I′ve been your babe I've been your slave Ever since I′ve been your babe But before I'll be your dog I′ll see you in your grave My man wouldn't give me no breakfast Wouldn't give me no dinner Squawked about my supper then he put me outdoors Had the nerve to lay a matchbox on my clothes I didn′t have so many But I had a long, long way to go I ain′t good-looking And my hair ain't curled I ain′t good-looking And my hair ain't curled But my mother, she gave me something It′s gonna tear me through this world Some men like me 'cause I′m happy Some 'cause I'm snappy Some call me honey, others think I got money Some say, "Billie Baby, you′re built for speed" If you put that all together Makes me everything a good man needs