Eavesdropper's Blues
I heard the folks were talking here yesterday
As I listened by the door
Would eavesdrop
'cause they never hear no good, they say
And I heard things that hurt me so
They said I had a man I give my money to
They said I had a man I give my money to
And if I was broke he would turn my eyes all blue
They talked about my pa who was blind in one eye
They talked about my pa who was blind in one eye
They said he was a sinner and was too mean to cry
I never knock nobody, wonder why they picked on me
I never knock nobody, wonder why they picked on me
There's goin' to be a funeral if they don't let me be
I never stopped to listen, to try and hear no good news
I never stopped to listen, to try and hear no good news
I hear things about me, give me those eavesdropper's blues
Los Blues del Chismoso
Escuché a la gente hablar aquí ayer
Mientras escuchaba junto a la puerta
Quería chismear
porque dicen que nunca escuchan nada bueno
Y escuché cosas que me lastimaron tanto
Dijeron que tenía un hombre al que le daba mi dinero
Dijeron que tenía un hombre al que le daba mi dinero
Y si me quedaba sin dinero, me pondría los ojos morados
Hablaron de mi papá que era ciego de un ojo
Hablaron de mi papá que era ciego de un ojo
Dijeron que era un pecador y era demasiado malo para llorar
Nunca critico a nadie, me pregunto por qué se metieron conmigo
Nunca critico a nadie, me pregunto por qué se metieron conmigo
Va a haber un funeral si no me dejan en paz
Nunca me detuve a escuchar, a tratar de escuchar buenas noticias
Nunca me detuve a escuchar, a tratar de escuchar buenas noticias
Escucho cosas sobre mí, dame esos blues del chismoso
Escrita por: J.C. Jones