Work House

Everybody's cryin' the Work House blues all day Oh Lord, oh Lord The work is so hard, thirty days is so long Oh Lord, oh Lord Door bolt talk, clock jaw tight Boss bell bite, stove heat fight I can't fly, I can't cook If I run away, wouldn't that be good? Hard luck gal, still glossed up Sweat on my brow, chin propped up H Town crawl in my trunk low Nola clap make my knees know Room too small, my aim too wide Bad road callin', I choose that ride Work House heavy, I don't bow Bad hand dealt, I cash it now I'm going to the Nation Goin' to the Territor' Bound for the Nation Bound for the Territor' Next train breathin' Iron got my name Pack that nerve Cut that blame I got to leave here I got to get the next train goin' Gate man holler Too late, I'm rollin' Ladies, step out (We out) Step out, step out Hands high, chin proud Left foot, right foot Move tight, move loud No key own us No man run us Bend low, pop back Gulf girls, run that Work House, Work House Walk it out (Oh Lord) Walk it out "'Cause I'm going to the Nation, goin' to the Territor'" Say he used to be mine, but look who got him now He sit at her table, still beggin' at my door She bought the grin, he brought the rain I read that man by the tilt in his name He don't mean her no good, no how I bless that mess, then I dip right now I don't plead for no trouble in shoes Love got teeth, but I got rules Silk talk, street walk, big boss tone If peace ain't comin', leave me lone He wanted my yes with a lock on it I turned that no to a drop top bonnet Hard luck gal, still first class Lost that boy, kept my laugh He can roam, chère I been gone Back to the Nation Back to Territor' Work cut deep Love cut more Next train ready I ain't askin' twice Paid my fear Packed my price I got to leave here No bruise get my morning Tell them girls at the gate We ain't poor in spirit no more Ladies, step out (We out) Step out, step out Hands high, chin proud Left foot, right foot Move tight, move loud No key own us No man run us Bend low, pop back Gulf girls, run that Work House, Work House Walk it out (Oh Lord) Walk it out Poor girls, step out (We out) Hard luck, step out H Town, step out Nola, step out Whole room, step out "Work House sits way out on a long old lonesome road" Say I wish I had me a Heaven of my own Say I wish I had a Heaven of my own I'd give all the poor girls a long old happy home Clean sheets folded Door with my name Hot pan cooling No lover tax No labor shame I feed my sisters Then feed my soul Put bread on the table Let weary hearts stroll Home ain't bought Home get built Brick by prayer Hands by grit Hard luck gal Grace still grown A free woman make shelter Then call folks home