Bessie Smith - Hard Driving Papa lyrics

Lord I wish I could die, 'cause my man treats me like a slave Lord I wish I could die, my man treats me like a slave As to why he drives me, I'm sinkin' low, Lord, in my grave He's a hard drivin' papa, drives me all the time Drives me so hard, I'm 'fraid I'll lose my mind And when the sun starts sinkin', I start sinkin' into crime Lord, I rise in the mornin', dress when the clock strikes four I've a clock on one and scrubbin' somebody's floor He takes all my money and starts to cry for more I'm goin' to the river, feelin' so sad and blue I'm goin' to the river, feelin' so sad and blue Because I love him, 'cause there's no-one can beat me like he do