I wish I was single again,
Oh, I wish I was single again.
Again the key-note is one of despondency:
Done sol’ my soul to de devil,
An’ my heart done turned to stone.
And it is usually the “other woman” who is at the bottom of the trouble.
He don’t send me no hearin’—
I knows another gal’s dere an’ I’s fearin’.
Dat sly, ’ceitful, lyin’ gal,
Yes, Lawd, she stole my man away.