Now asks sweet mama

Lemme be her kid

She says 'I might get boogied

Like to keep it hid'

Well she looked at me

She be-gin to smile

Says 'I thought I would use you

For my man a while

'Tha-at you just don't my husband

Catch you there

Now just-just don't let my

Husband catch you there'

Now went upstair

To pack my leavin' trunk

I never saw no whiskey

The blues done made me sloppy drunk

Say I never saw no whiskey

Blues done made me sloppy drunk

Now I never saw no whiskey

But the blues done made me sloppy drunk

Now some said disease

Some said it was degree'in

But it's the slow consumption

Killin' you by degrees

Lord it's the slow consumption

Killin' you by degrees

Now it's-a slow consumption

An it's killin' you by degrees