Mistrustin' Blues - Esther Phillips

I stood on the corner, my feet was dripping wet

I stood on the corner, my feet was dripping wet

I asked every man I met

Can’t give me a dollar, give me a lousy dime

Can’t give me a dollar, give me a lousy dime

Just to feed that hungry man of mine

I got a husband and I got a kid man too

I got a husband and I got a kid man too

My husband can’t do what my kid man can do

I like the way he cook my cabbage for me

I like the way he cook my cabbage for me

Look like he set my natural soul free