Another version: NOBODY KNOWS THE WAY I FEEL THIS MORNING Tom Delany, Pearl Delaney As recorded by Dinah Washington on "Back to the Blues" (1963) Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. Oh-oh-oh, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. Well, if I only had my way, Don't you know, the graveyard would be the place my man would lay. Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. I pawned ev'rything that I had this mornin'. Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I pawned ev'rything I could get my hands on this mornin'. I pawned my ring, gold watch, an' chain. I would have pawned myself, but don't you know, I felt kinda 'shamed. Nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. Lord, Lord, I feel I could scream, scream an' cry this mornin'. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel I could scream, scream an' cry this mornin'. I feel like I could scream, holler, an' cry, But I'm too stout-hearted; I'd rather die, 'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. Girls, let me tell you: if your man stays out all night till mornin', I said: if your man stays out an' don't come home till mornin', Don't waste your breath by fussin' at him; Just maul him on the head with your rollin' pin, 'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows, how I feel this mornin'. Yeah, yeah, I feel like I could scream, scream an' cry this mornin'. Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, I feel like I could scream, yes! Scream an' cry this mornin'. I feel like screamin' an' I could cry, But I'm too stout-hearted; don't you know, I'd rather die, 'Cause nobody knows the trouble I've seen, an' nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. I'd rather be a sinker on a fishin' line, mmm, this mornin'. I know you heard me; I said: I'd rather be a sinker on a fishin' line this mornin'. I'd rather be a sinker on a fishin' line, Than to have my mind flustrated [sic] all the time, 'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. I even hate to hear my daddy's name this mornin'. Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, I hate to hear, I hate to hear my daddy's name this mornin'. I even hate to hear, to hear your name. I can kill you quicker than an express train, 'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows, mm-mm, the way I feel this mornin'. Well, well, well, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. Oh, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. Lord, nobody knows the way I feel. I ain't gonna holler, but I'm gonna squeal, 'Cause nobody knows, nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'. I'm leavin' here on a southbound train this mornin'. Oh-oh-oh, I'm leavin' here on a southbound train this mornin'. I'm leavin' here on a southbound train. Nothin's gonna bring your sweet baby back here again, 'Cause nobody knows the way I feel this mornin'.
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