Woke up this mornin, when chickens was crowin' for day
And on the right side of my pillow, my man had gone away
By his pillow he left a note
Readin' «I m sorry, Jane, you got my goat.»
No time to marry, no time to settle down
I’m a young woman and I ain’t done runnin' round
I’m a young woman and I ain’t done runnin' round
Some people call me a hobo, Some call me a bum
Nobody knows my name, nobody knows what I’ve done
I’m as good as any woman in your town
I ain’t gonna marry, ain’t gonna settle down
I’m gonna drink good moonshine and run these old gals down
See that long lonesome road, lord, you know it’s gotta end
And i’m a good, good woman and I can get plenty men