Woman Sings the Blues

When a man struts like a rooster,
Preening and dandified,
Chasing all the other little birds,
Well his woman won't let that lie,
She'll be reaching for the poison,
Reaching for a gun,
To catch him with another little bird,
Going to see her vengeance done.

You may shake your head and argue,
But you know deep down it's true,
There ain't no greater force of nature,
Than when a woman sings the blues,
Sings the blues. 

When a woman done gone left her man,
He's moan and wail a while,
But the man has done the leaving,
Why that girl won't sit and cry,
She'll be moving on,
Moving up,
Showing that she's strong enough,
To walk away from the grave she dug,
To bury your poor weak love,

You may shake your head and argue,
But you know deep down it's true,
There ain't no greater force of nature,
Than when a woman sings the blues,
Sings the blues. 

Well now judge you have to put aside,
The prejudice of man,
Whose lust don't mean it's justified,
To philander all he can,
And not expect a woman whose,
Loyalty you abuse,
To rile and rage then track you down,
With an obituary for you. 

You may shake your head and argue,
But you know deep down it's true,
There ain't no greater force of nature,
Than when a woman sings the blues,
Sings the blues.