Oh you know I’m sad and lonely, got that water in mah eyes,
I keep poking and-a prodding, but I never get a rise.
I’ll wear out these shoes,
Ah gots the biscuit-makin’ blues…
Now won’t someone adopt me, now don’t you make me plead,
Just my blankie and some pillows, and that’s everything I knead,
Ah’ve done paid mah dues,
Tired of these biscuit-makin’ blues.
Sitter-innering on bass, give it up for Sandra C.!