Teresa Brewer - Downhearted Blues lyrics

My man mistreated and he drove me from his door Lord, he mistreated me and he drove me from his door But the Good Book says you've got To reap just what you sow I got the world in a jug, got the supper? Right here in my hand I got the world in a jug, got the supper? Right here in my hand And if you want me, sweet papa You gotta come under my command Say, I ain't never loved but three men in my life Lord, I ain't never loved but three men in my life 'twas my father and my brother And a man that wretched my life Lord, it may be a week and it may be a month or two I said, it may be a week and it may be a month or two All the dirt you're doin' to me Sho' comin' home to you Lord, I walked the floor, hang my head and cried Lord, I walked the floor, hang my head and cried Had the down hearted blues And I couldn't be satisified