A popular song from 1924
Words and music by Perry Bradford
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Gerd Westendorp:
Lyrics
- Woke up this morning all hateful and blue
‘Cause my baby treats me wrong
He’s got his satchel packed
Clothes upon his back, and gone
Yes, I’m low-down, nothin’ worries me long
I cried last night and all the night before
I’ll say that I ain’t gonna cry no more
If he can stand to leave me
I can stand to see him go
Chorus
Yes I’m hateful ’cause he treated me so unkind
If I find that man while murder’s on my mind
If I see him, I will beat him
Gonna choke and bite him, too
I will take my wicked razor
And I’ll cut him through and through
The ambulance is waiting
And the undertaker too
To take him to the lonesome graveyard
After I am through
I got a .44 dungeon
Gonna buy a Gatling gun
If I see him, I will kill him
So there ain’t no use to run
‘Cause my love has been abused
Now I’ve got the hateful blues