Pot Hound Blues Songtext
von Lucille Bogan

You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
′Cause I can get your kind of lovin' in the street just anywhere

You come home every day lookin′ for your stew and beans
You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
And you have got more nerve than any pot hound I've ever seen

Now you take your money, you have your fun
You don′t have nothin′, when house rent come
And I'm through, cookin′ your stew and beans
And you can eat more neck bones that any man I've ever seen


Now if you want me, baby, you got to make your purse show down
If you want me, baby, make your purse show down
And you got to put your money down where I got mine

Now you′re layin' up in my bed, between my two white sheets
I can′t see and smell nothin', but your dog gone feet
And I'm through, tryin′ to make a man of you
And if you can′t bring a job, don't you look for your daily stew

I worked hard from Monday until late Saturday night
And you is a dirty mistreater, you ain′t treatin' me right
And I′m through, cookin' your stew and beans
And you′s a dirty pot hound, dirty as any man I've seen