Ferd 'Jelly Roll' Morton - Jelly Rolls Blues текст песни

I stood on the corner, my feet was dripping wet
I stood on the corner, my feet was dripping wet
I asked every man I met
Can’t give me a dollar, give me a lousy dime
Can’t give me a dollar, give me a lousy dime
Just to feed that hungry man of mine
I got a husband and I got a kid man too
I got a husband and I got a kid man too
My husband can’t do what my kid man can do I like the way he cook my cabbage for me I like the way he cook my cabbage for me Look like he set my natural soul free