Friday night I started my first fist fight
Got me kicked out of the bar
When I went stumbling through
The parking lot, you know
I could not find my car.
So I bummed a ride from Bessie,
My old school friend.
She said “Honey where
You want to go?”
But all I said is “I think this
Might be the end,
And I’m feeling sick so could
You drive me slow?”
Because my man he up and left me,
Left me in the dust –
Doctor, lawyer, banker,
Tell me who can I [bad word] 

Somebody fix me,
Fix me from head to toe.
You’d better drop me a line
Or else you’re leaving me
Out in the cold.

That man of mine he sure was
One of a kind—
He never did me wrong.
He was the sweet kind of man,
Who kept me straight in line,
But now he’s got me singing this
Low-down song.
Now I ain’t got nobody ‘round [bad word] and help me get well,
When all I do is drink and cry.
Preacher man said,
“Baby, why don’t you help yourself?”
But I’m too low-down to even try.
I’ve drank up all my brandy,
finished all my wine,
I need your love candy,
Make me feel just fine.

I was a real good girl for most
Of my early life,
I figured someday I’d make some
Man a real good wife.
I always washed my knickers,
Pressed my blue, blue jeans,
I’ve got no idea how I got so mean.
Now my man he up and left me,
Left me in the dust –
Doctor, lawyer, banker
Tell me who can I [bad word]  [bad word]