Wasted Life Blues

(Bessie Smith) I've lived a life but nothin' I've gained Each day I'm full of sorrow and pain No one seems to care enough for poor me, To give me a word of sympathy Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? No father to guide me, no mother to care Must bear my troubles alone Not even a brother to help me share This burden I must bear alone Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? I'm settin' and thinkin' of the days gone by They filled my heart with pain I'm too weak to stand and too strong to cry But I'm forgittin' it all in vain Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me? I've traveled and wandered almost everywhere To git a little joy from life Still I've gained nothin' but wars and despairs Still strugglin' in this world of strife Oh, me! Oh, me! Wonder what will become of poor me?