Good for Nothing Joe

He's just good-for-nothing Joe
But, oh, I love him so
Guess I'd die if good-for-nothing Joe
Ever tried to leave me flat
Oh, yes, I'm certain of that
Folks I know can't understand
Why I must have that man
Lord, he sends me like nobody can
Ain't a woman just like that

I wouldn't mind doing what I'm doing
I'd beat these streets till my feet were sore
But when it's snowing I go home to him
Instead of sympathy, he's just as mean as can be

Still there's nothing I can do
Because I love him so
I'd be good-for-nothing too, I know
Without good-for-nothing Joe

I wouldn't mind doing what I'm doing
I'd beat these streets till my feet were sore
But when it's snow, when it's snowing I go home to him
Instead of sympathy, he's as mean as can be

Still there's nothing I can do
Because I love him so
I'd be good-for-nothing too, I know
Without good-for-nothing Joe

I'd be good-for-nothing too, I know
Without good-for-nothing Joe