I'LL FIND MY WAY
(Hudson Whittaker (Tampa Red))

My baby gone and she throwed me down.
I'm just a newsome all over town.
CHO: But it don't matter what they say. I'll find my way.

Night by night and day by day,
I feel so blue and so throwed away. CHO.

She left me sick and dying on my bed,
Hoping and wishing that I were dead. CHO.

A gypsy told me to make a change,
'Cause I was just worrying and crying in vain. CHO.

I'm so mistreated and I'm done so bad,
Looks like each moment will be my last. CHO.

Minutes seem like hours. Hours seem like days.
I don't know whether to go or stay. CHO.

[As recorded by Tampa Red, 1934. JTD]