You may be rich
You may be poor
You may be high
Or you just may be low
But if you fall in love
Oh, and you should lose
A woman don’t care
She don’t care who she gives the blues
Wo, you may be young
You may be old
Maybe you’ve heard
Or maybe you’ve never been told
If you’ve got a good woman
Oh, try not to misuse
Oh, a woman don’t care
She don’t care who she gives the blues
She’ll make you hot in the winter
Make you cold in the summertime
She’ll make you feel young in the spring
And in the fall drive you out of your mind
A woman, don’t you hear me callin’ you?
Yeah woman, you don’t care
Yeah, you don’t care who you give the blues
Oh, you may be up
You may be down
You may be short, tall, skinny
Or you just might be round
Oh, don’t be too sure of your woman
Thinkin’ man, that you can’t lose
Oh, remember that a woman don’t care
She don’t care who she gives the blues
I got a whole lot o’ lovin’, baby, just waiting for you
I got a whole lot o’ loving, baby, just waitin’ for you
And the way I can love you woman, honey, I know you can love me too
Well, you’re so good lookin’, baby, and your built up from the ground
Well, you’re so good lookin’, baby, and your built up from the ground
Ev’ry time I see you baby, my love starts tumblin’ down
Yeah, you’re just my height baby, just my height and size
Say, you just my type babe, you just my height and size
And the reason I love you, because you got them little dreamy eyes
Went to a party, the New York style
I met a lady, make a sane man wild
She said the words only her lips could say
She made me want to throw my life away
But when I asked her, she said, “Maybe tomorrow, B.B.”
And that’s a story everybody knows
I took her flying, out across the sea
I thought I had her, I know that she had me
And when we landed, it was Paris, France
Seemed like a nice place, for some French romance
But when I touched her, she said, “Maybe a little later, B.B.”
And that’s the story everybody knows
We went to Berlin, and to Stockholm too
And on the Moscow, then to the Peking Zoo
As far as travel, she couldn’t get too much
Somewhere in Oakland, she let me have just a little touch
And then she said, “I’m late for beauty appointment,
I’ve got a headache, and I believe I’m coming down with the flu”
And that’s the story everybody knows
Well, I work hard everyday
Come home straight with my pay
My baby either drink it up
Or she threw it all away
I’m gonna quit my baby
If she don’t stop cheatin’ and lyin’
Well, I would rather be alone
Than to be worried out of my mind
Well, I give her all of my money
I think I’m being kind
She buy a quart of bad whiskey
And the rest is beer and wine
Well, a few nights ago
I had to work kind-a late
Somebody broke out of my house
Just like he was Superman’s mate
Well, four o’clock in the morning, when I staggered in the block
The little
moonshine
joint and the rest just begin to rock
I sneaked inside to get a better view
I caught my baby doin’ the mambo too