Oh, dat sly, ’ceitful, lyin’ gal,
She leads dat long tearful prayer
Wid her head propped on my chair.
She stole my man away,
Yes, Lawd, she stole my man away.
I Don’t Feel Welcome Here
I’s goin’ down de road
Where I can get better care.
I believe I’ll go
’Cause I don’t feel welcome here.