EVERYBODY'S MAN IS BETTER TO ME THAN MY OWN.
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I'm blue, I'm blue, so blue,
I don't know what to
Because my man don't stay home;
Every night he has to roam
Because I'm his, he thinks me slow
But other men don't find me so.
CHORUS:
Everybody's man is better to me than my own.
Hear me cry, hear me sigh
Oh listen to me moan
He cheats me, he cheats me and stays out all night long.
When he's out, they're hanging round
All those long, tall teasing browns.
Oh, I could get loving, if I'd take a chance
They'll pay the fiddler, if I'll only dance,
But my mean pappa wont bring it home
Oh - everybody's man is better to me than my own.
Oh where is my wandering boy to night
Go search for him where you will
Go bring him to me with all his blight
And tell him I love him still.
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