Fortune Teller Blues

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Fortune Teller Blues

I went to de gypsy,

De gypsy took hold o’ my hand.

Went to de gypsy,

Gypsy took hold o’ my hand.

She looked at me and tole me

Chile, you gonna lose yo’ man.

These fortune tellers

Never tell me nothin’ kind.

I say fortune tellers

Never tell me nothin’ kind.

I’d give a hundred dollars

To de one that would ease my mind.

Cause I’ll holler an’ scream an’

Fall down on de flo’.

Say I’ll holler an’ scream an’

Fall down on de flo’.

If my man leaves me

I won’t live no mo’.