Monday’s when my day's work was through
I thought I’d take a nap because I felt blue
When I went to sleep, oh what a shame
My daddy called me some fruity name
When I woke up, I was surprised
To see lot of people waiting outside
Some had bottles, [?]
Some had bottles, couldn’t get in

I had the wash woman blues
I sure hate to miss money
Because I love my honey
Ten dollars each bundle, it’s sure some dough
I sure can make it anywhere I go
I’m not strong in еither arm
Got something does thе work, it don’t take long
Out on the pole, washing clothes folks all day long

Along come a good man with bottles in his hand
I didn’t know his name, had never seen his face
Oh, mister man, you fill my heart with grace
Be sure I wash here every Monday in the same old place

[Cornet solo: Louis Armstrong]

I’m only sweet sixteen, my washing sure is clean
I’ve got a new machine, it’s one you’ve never seen
Oh, mister man, you fill my heart with grace
Be sure I wash here every Monday in the same old place
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