Three Woman Blues

Lord, she won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn She won't pick cotton, girl won't pull no corn Says, I don't see why she wanta hang around me so long Ah, and it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine And it's one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine When I've count them blues, that many women is mine Darned, if I get lucky, mama, in this world lucky If I get lucky in this world again I ain't gonna fool with no more women and a mighty few men Lord, I walked all last night, all last night before