Vol. 3 dec 1925 june 1926

I worry all day, I worry all night Every time my man comes home, he wants to fuss and fight When I pick up the paper to read about the news, just as I'm satisfied, yonder comes the blues I went down...

I dreamed last night I was far from harm Woke up and found my man in a sissy's Arms "Hello, Central, it's 'bout to run me wild Can I get that number, or will I have to wait a while?" Some...