Says a married woman, sweetest thing ever been born She would be more sweet and true to me, if I could go to her home Blues and trouble, two things I've had all my life I never had so much trouble, till I fell in love with another man's wife What's the use of gettin' sober, know you're gonna be drunk again What's the use of leavin' your mama, know you're gonna beg back home again She's so evil, baby you know you can't count Because you can never tell, when your husband is around Tell me what's the matter mama Can't see no mail Post office's on fire Mailman in jail I'm gonna call you one mornin', please don't forget that day If you can't do like I tell you, mama go on your no good way