Memphis Minnie - Hustlin' Woman Blues lyrics

I stood on the corner all night long, counting the stars one by one I stood on the corner all night long, counting the stars one by one I didn't make me no money, Bob, and I can't go back home I've got a bad man My man sits in the window with his .45 in his hand My man sits in the window with his .45 in his hand Every now and then he gets to hollering at me and tells me, "You better not miss that man" I've got him, baby My daddy ain't got no shoes, Bob, now it done got cold My daddy ain't got no shoes, Bob, now it done got cold I'm gonna grab me somebody if I don't make myself some dough I'm going to the Quarter Bowl Bob, can you gamble? No, it's rough when you can't do nothin' I just want to know can you shoot dice? No? Can't shoot no dice? I can't gamble myself Well, I can't do nothin' but I bet a man I can I'm going to the Quarter Bowl, see what I can Find I'm going to the Quarter Bowl, see what I can Find And if I make a hundred dollars, I'm gonna bring my daddy ninety-nine