sort of sums up the Blues.
Devil’s Child
She tells me you’re the kind of man
Who makes his mama cry
Says I’m the kind of man
Always makes his mama cry
Made her cry when I was born
Kept her cryin’ till the day she died
Always telling folks I’m the kind
That travels a rough hard road
Telling folks I’m the kind of man
Keeps to a rough hard road
Don’t want none of your charity
Just want to be left alone
Went and told the preacher
That I was the Devil’s child
Went around telling folks
That I was the Devil’s child
Face hard eyed and mean
Face hard eyed and wild
Bridge
She tells me you’re the kind of man
Who makes his mama cry
Says I’m the kind of man
Always makes his mama cry
Made her cry when I was born
Kept her cryin’ till the day she died
@metalfoot Mar 2022
100% a classic styled blues lyric. I can hear you performing it as I read the words.