When I lay sick in bed?
You down town wid some other ol’ girl,
Wusn’t here to hol’ my head.[9]
Sometimes it is a note of longing:
I hate to hear my honey call my name,
Call me so lonesome and so sad.[10]
I believe my woman’s on that train,
O babe, I believe my woman’s on that train.[11]
At other times the dominant note is one of disappointment:
I thought I had a friend was true;