Lowdown Rounder's Blues

Just a worried old rounder
with a troublesome mind
Just a worried old rounder
with a troublesome mind
'Cause of unluck from hardship
fate to me have been unkind

I wouldn't listen to my mother
wouldn't listen to my dad
I wouldn't listen to my mother
wouldn't listen to my dad
And by my reckless living
I've put myself in bad
(I wouldn't listen to nobody; I was headlong; wouldn't hear what nobody said; my mama talked to me all the time; but I was just a way'rd child; wouldn't listen to her.)

I ain't trusting no body
I'm 'fraid of my self
I ain't trusting no body
I'm 'fraid of my self
I've been too lowdown
life have put me on the shelf

My friends has turned against me
smiling in my face
My friends has turned against me
smiling in my face
Since I been so disobedient
I must travel in disgrace

I cannot shun the devil
he stay right by my side
I cannot shun the devil
he stay right by my side
There is no way to cheat him
I'm so dissatisfied

Ain't nobody wants me
they wouldn't be in my shoes
Ain't nobody wants me
they wouldn't be in my shoes
I feel so disgusted
I've got them lowdown rounder blues
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