Young Woman's Blues

Woke up this mornin, when chickens was crowin' for day
And on the right side of my pillow, my man had gone away
By his pillow he left a note
Readin' «I m sorry, Jane, you got my goat.»
No time to marry, no time to settle down
I’m a young woman and I ain’t done runnin' round
I’m a young woman and I ain’t done runnin' round
Some people call me a hobo, Some call me a bum
Nobody knows my name, nobody knows what I’ve done
I’m as good as any woman in your town
I ain’t gonna marry, ain’t gonna settle down
I’m gonna drink good moonshine and run these old gals down
See that long lonesome road, lord, you know it’s gotta end
And i’m a good, good woman and I can get plenty men