Untrue Blues - Blind Boy Fuller NYC 9th February 1937 ARC 7-10-56

I give you my money, what more can I do?
You's a good little girl, lord, but you won't be true.

Every day, mama, loved when I draw my pay.
You's a evil-hearted woman, get drunk and throw it away.

Now you doggin' me mama, ain't did a thing to you.
And you keep on doggin', no tellin' what I'll do.

Now you dog me early morning, give me the devil late at night.
Just the way you doggin' me, I ain't gonna treat you right.

(yeah, yeah)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, oh sure.
Used to be your regular, now I've got to be your dog.

Sayin', I'll be your dog, if you don't dog me around.
'Fore I'll take your doggin' woman, I'd go from town to town.

(yeah)

Now that's the way, treat Blind Boy Fuller, give me better life.
Then I'll give you my lovin', lord, til the day I die.

Hey, hey, hey, hey mmm, mmm.
Mmm, mmm, lord lordy lord.

When you see me comin', throw your man outdoors.
Says I ain't no stranger, I've been here before.