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My man mistreated me, and he drove me from his doorLord he mistreated me, and he drove me from his doorBut the Good Book says you've got to reap just what you sowI got the world in a jug, got the supper? right here in my handI got the world in a jug, got the supper? right here in my handAnd if you want me sweet papa you gotta come under my commandSay I ain't never loved but three men in my lifeLord I ain't never loved but three men in my life't was my father and my brother and a man that wretched my lifeLord it may be a week and it may be a month or twoI said it may be a week and it may be a month or twoAll the dirt you're doin' to me sho' comin' home to youLord I walked the floor, hang my head and criedLord I walked the floor, hang my head and criedHad the down hearted blues, and I couldn't be satisfied.
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"Down Hearted Blues" as written by Lovie/hunter Austin
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