Victim of the Blues

My man left this mornin', just about half past four My man left this mornin', just about half past four He left a note on his pillow, says he couldn't use me no more Then I grabbed my pillow, turned over in my bed Then I grabbed my pillow, turned over in my bed I cried about my daddy, till my cheeks were cherry red It's awful hard to take it, it's such a bitter pill It's awful hard to take it, it's such a bitter pill If the blues don't kill me, that man and mean treatment will Too sad to worry, too mean to cry Too slow to hurry, too good to lie That man who left me, never said goodbye Too worried to stay here, too sick to die Folks, they think I'm crazy, I'm just a victim to the blues