Josie

1

Josie she's a good girl, as everybody knows,
She gave one hundred dollars for an ivory suit of clothes;
" He is my man, but he won't come home. "

2

She went down the street as far as I could see,
And every band that she passed by played " Nearer My God to Thee, "
" Oh, he's my man, but he won't come home. "

3

She went down the street, a revolver in her hand,
Saying, " Stand back, gents and ladies; I'm searching for my man,
Oh, he's my man, but he won't come home. "

4

She stepped into the barroom, and there her husband stood,
She drew her revolver from her side and shot him thru and thru;
" He's my man, but he wouldn't come home. "

5

She went down to the jail-house, keys all in her hand,
Saying, " Here, Mr. Jailer, lock me up, for I've shot my man;
He's my man, but he wouldn't come home. "

6

One thing hurt Mrs. Josie, one thing made her cry,
Standing there in the courthouse door when the hurst (hearse) came rolling by;
" Oh, he's my man, but he wouldn't come home. "

7

" I'm not going to wear no mourning, not going to wear no black,
But I'll go down to the graveyard and bring my Iva back;
Oh, he's my man, but he done me wrong. "

8

She went down to the graveyard and fell down on her knees,
And prayed to the Lord in heaven to send her heart some ease;
" Oh, he's my man, but he wouldn't come home. "

9

Sitting in the parlor by an electric fan,
Pleading with the youngest girl never to marry a gambling man;
" He'll be your man, but he'll not come home. "
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