Ma Rainey — Slave To The Blues

[Verse 1] Ain't robbed no train, ain't done no hangin' crime Ain't robbed no train, ain't done no hangin' crime Just been a slave to the blues, grievin' 'bout that man of mine [Verse 2] Blues, please tell me, do I have to die a slave? Blues, please tell me, do I have to die a slave? Do you hear me pleadin', you're going to take me to my grave [Verse 3] If I could break these chains and let my worried heart go free If I could break these chains and let my worried heart go free But it's too late now, the blues have made a slave of me [Verse 4] You see me ravin', you hear me cryin' Oh Lord, this wounded heart of mine Folks, I'm all grievin' from my hat to my shoes I'm a good-hearted woman, just been a slave to the blues