Dyin’ By the Hour Songtext
von Bessie Smith

It′s an old story, every time it's a doggone man
It′s an old story, every time it's a doggone man
But when that thing is gone you
You just drift from hand to hand


I'd drink up all this acid, if it wouldn′t burn me so
I′d drink up all this acid, if it wouldn't burn me so
Then telephone the devil, that′s the only place I'd go
Once I weighed two hundred, I′m nothin' but skin and bone
Once I weighed two hundred, I′m nothin' but skin and bone

I would always laugh, but it's nothin′ but a moan and a groan
Lord, I′m dyin' by the hour about that doggone man of mine
I′m dyin' by the hour ′bout that doggone man of mine
He said he didn't love me, that is why I′m dyin' an' losin′ my mind