Lyrics My Man Blues - Bessie Smith

Clara, who was that man I saw you with the other day?
Bessie, that was my smooth black daddy
That we call Charlie Gray
Don't you know that's my man?
Yes, that's a fact

I ain't seen your name printed up and down his back
You better let him be
What old gal?
Because you ain't talkin' to me

That's my man, I want him for my own
No, no
He's my sweet daddy
You'd better leave that man alone
See that suit he's got on?
I bought it last week
I've been buyin' clothes for five years
For that is my black sheik

Is that you honey?
'Tain't nobody but, who's back here?
It sounds like Charlie
It is my man, sweet papa Charlie Gray
Your man?
How do you get that way?

Now, look here, honey
I been had that man for umpteen year
Child, didn't I turn your damper down?
Yes, Clara, and I've cut you every way but loose!
Well, you might as well be get it fixed
Well, then

I guess we got to have him on cooperation plan
I guess we got to have him on cooperation plan

Bessie!
Clara!
Ain't nothin' different 'bout that rotten two time man
How about it?
Suits me!
Suits me!
Well then