Remember My Forgotten Man Songtext
von Etta Moten

I don′t know if he deserves a bit of sympathy
Forget your sympathy, that's all right with me
I was satisfied to drift along from day to day
Till they came and took my man away
Remember my forgotten man
You put a rifle in his hand
You sent him far away
You shouted: "Hip-hooray!"
But look at him today
Remember my forgotten man
You had him cultivate the land
He walked behind the plow The sweat fell from his brow
But look at him right now
And once, he used to love me
I was happy then
He used to take care of me
Won′t you bring him back again?
'Cause ever since the world began
A woman's got to have a man
Forgetting him, you see
Means you′re forgetting me
Like my forgotten man