I Love My Man Billie Holiday

I love my man
On my life I say I don't

I love my man
On my life I say I don't

But I'll quit my man
On my life I say I won't
I've been your slave baby
Ever since I've been your way
I've been your slave
Ever since I've been your faith
But before I be your dog
I'll see you in your grave

My man wouldn't give me no breakfast
Wouldn't give me no dinner
Squacked about my supper
Then he put me outdoors

Heaven erred to late
A matchbox on my clothes
I didn't have so many
But I had a long long ways to go

I ain't good looking
And my hair ain't curls
I ain't good looking
And my hair ain't curls