Walking walking: Talking to myself Wondering if I die: Would my baby love somebody else Sighing and crying: Broke down with the blues My clothes are worn out: Holes all in my shoes Walking across the country: Trying to get a stake Because my baby: Want every cent I make Tired and hungry: I've been walking many days Wondering: If my baby would stop her hateful ways Walking across the country: With my head bowed down A woman can still make a man: Act like a clown