Poor Black Mattie ( RL Burnside )

poor black Mattie, she ain’t got a change in clothes
poor black Mattie, she ain’t got a change in clothes
fool got drunk, put her clothes outside the door
fool got drunk man, put them clothes outside the door

going to Memphis, world’s fair, because my baby, she’ll be there
going to Memphis, oh to see the world’s most fair

don’t need no heater, not by my bed, because my baby, she’s cherry red
don’t need no heater, don’t need no fireplace by my bed

poor black Mattie, she ain’t got a change in clothes
poor black Mattie, she ain’t got a change in clothes

girl got drunk, put her clothes outside the door
girl got drunk man, put her clothes inside a trunk man
put that trunk outside the door

oh!

poor black Mattie, poor black Mattie, poor black Mattie

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Coming to terms with oneself is a way to freedom.