Classic Poem

It's gonna rain any minute,
There's not a star in sight, things are mighty slow.
I guess I'll close up shop and go home to Joe.
I know he won't be glad to see me
Without a penny to the good,
But I'm not caring much what happens,
I've done the best that I could.
He's just good for nothin' Joe,
And though I love him so
I'd be good for nothin', too, I know,
If he'd ever leave me flat,
Oh yeah, I'm certain of that.
Folks I know can't understand
Why I must love that man.
Lord, he sends me like nobody can,
Now ain't a woman just like that?
I wouldn't mind doing what I'm doing,
I'd beat these streets till my feet were sore.
But when I'm tired and I go home to him,
Instead of sympathy he's just as mean as can be.
But there's nothing I can do
Because I love that man so,
I'd be good for nothin', too, I know,
Without good for nothin' Joe.