Blues Ain’t Nothin but a Woman

Well, the blues, ain’t nothin,but a woman,

That you just, never really, could know.

But, she’d make you do just what she wanted,

Like say yes, when you should have said no.

Well I’ve walked, the floor, and I waited

Just  hoping that she would come back.

'Cause, her skin was the color of honey

And her eyes, were a shinin, coal black.

And, she carried herself like a lady.

Her legs, were fine clear to the floor.

And she looked like an angel, from heaven I believed.

But, her heart, was as cold, as a whore.

But yet, all the same, I still want her.

'Cause I’m high, every time, that she’s near

And the moment, she leaves me, I’m lonesome as I can be,

And my soul, starts a churning in fear.

And, she carried herself like a lady.

Her legs, were fine clear to the floor.

And she looked like an angel, from heaven I believed.

But, her heart, was as cold, as a whore.