Little Bittie Gal's Blues کے بول

I wake up every morning, honey with the risin' sun I wake up every morning, baby with the risin' sun Thinkin' about my honey dripper and all the wrong she's done When you see my baby, tell her I said hurry home If you see my baby, tell her I said hurry home I ain't had no real good lovin', since my gal been gone She's a little bitty girl and they call her Vita Lee She's a little bitty girl and they call her Vita Lee Well the poor girl's gone but she sure was good to me I don't mind cryin' baby but I hate to sleep all by myself Don't mind cryin' baby but I hate to sleep all by myself When the little girl I'm in love with, she's lovin' somebody else