My first man was a yeller,
but he was the wrong, wrong toad.
My first man was a yeller,
but he was a wrong, wrong toll
He broke my soul and body
and sent me on the downward row.
Our next man was a brown -skinned,
I wish I'd never seen his face.
Our next man was a brown -skinned,
I wish I'd never seen his face.
He brought home all his money,
but took his love some other place.
My last man was a black man,
and he sure was good to me. me.
My last man was a black man
and he sure was good to me.
Never got tired of lovin'
Was everything a man should be
Cause I didn't treat him right
Cause I didn't treat him right
I used to give him his breakfast,
but not a single thing at night.
I lost my brown and yellow,
I didn't have a thing to lose.
I lost my brown and yellow,
didn't have a thing to lose,
but when I lost my black man,
It left me with a black man blue