I used to be your sweet Mama

Bessie Smith, gran Dama del Blues enseñándonos a mandar al carajo sin remordimientos.

 

Yes I’m mad, and I have a right to be,
After what my daddy did to me;
I lavished all my love on him,
But I swear I’ll never love again!

All you women understand what is
To be in love with a two-time man;
The next time he calls me “Sweet mama” in his lovin’ way,
This is what I’m going to say;

I used to be your sweet mama, sweet papa,
But now I’m just as sour as can be,
So don’t come stormin’ around my way
Expectin’ any love from me.

You had your chance and proved unfaithful,
So now I’m gonna be real mean and hateful!
I used to be your sweet mama, sweet papa,
But now I’m just as sour as can be!

I ain’t gonna let no man worry me sick,
Or turn this hair o’ mine grey;
Soon as I catch him at his two-time trick,
I’m gonna tell him to be on his way!

To the world I scream,
“No man can treat me mean
And expect my love all the time!”.
When he roams away,
He’d better stay,
If he comes back, he’ll find;

You had your chance and proved unfaithful,
So now I’m gonna be real mean and hateful!
I used to be your sweet mama, sweet papa,
But now I’m just as sour as can be!

Prove it on me

Ma Rainey, tuvo los ovarios de cantar su lesbianismo jugando con la ironía…
mujer, negra, lesbiana en EEUU en la primera mitad del siglo XX,
… mientras algunas pedorras blancas cantan chorradas mendigando amor, las Damas del Blues iban a otra cosa.

Prove it on me…

 

Went out last night, had a great big fight
Everything seemed to go on wrong
I looked up, to my surprise
The gal I was with was gone.

Where she went, I don’t know
I mean to follow everywhere she goes;
Folks say I’m crooked. I didn’t know where she took it
I want the whole world to know.

They say I do it, ain’t nobody caught me
Sure got to prove it on me;
Went out last night with a crowd of my friends,
They must’ve been women, ‘cause I don’t like no men.

It’s true I wear a collar and a tie,
Makes the wind blow all the while
Don’t you say I do it, ain’t nobody caught me
You sure got to prove it on me.

Say I do it, ain’t nobody caught me
Sure got to prove it on me.

I went out last night with a crowd of my friends,
It must’ve been women, ‘cause I don’t like no men.
Wear my clothes just like a fan
Talk to the gals just like any old man

Cause they say I do it, ain’t nobody caught me
Sure got to prove it on me.