Good for Nothing Joe

He's just good-for-nothing Joe

But, oh, I love him so

Guess I'd die if good-for-nothing Joe

Ever tried to leave me flat

Oh, yes, I'm certain of that

Folks I know can't understand

Why I must have that man

Lord, he sends me like nobody can

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 it's snowing I go home to him

Instead of sympathy, he's just as mean as can be

Still there's nothing I can do

Because I love him so

I'd be good-for-nothing too, I know

Without good-for-nothing Joe

I wouldn't mind doing what I'm doing

I'd beat these streets till my feet were sore

But when it's snow, when it's snowing I go home to him

Instead of sympathy, he's as mean as can be

Still there's nothing I can do

Because I love him so

I'd be good-for-nothing too, I know

Without good-for-nothing Joe

I'd be good-for-nothing too, I know

Without good-for-nothing Joe