I ain’t good-lookin’, but I’m somebody’s angel child.

I’ve been poor and I’ve been rich, and rich is better.

It’s a long old road, but I know I’m gonna find the end.

No time to marry, no time to settle down; I’m a young woman, and I ain’t done runnin’ around.

When my bed is empty,/ Makes me feel awful mean and blue./ My springs are getting rusty,/ Living single like I do.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.