B. B. King - Ghetto Woman

She's just a ghetto woman, waitin' for her man to come home
Oh she's just a ghetto woman, waitin' for her man to come home
Said she's a ghetto woman, waitin' for her man to come home

A rat run cross the floor, a roach ran up the wall
Everything is noise around her, that don't seem to bother her at all
Ghetto woman, sittin' there all alone
She's a ghetto woman, waitin' for her man to come home

Yes the t.v.'s on, radio blastin' the news
Somebody down the hall, playin' the low down dirty blues
Oh, ghetto woman, she's all alone
She's just a ghetto woman, waitin' for her mna to come home

Oh she's a ghetto woman, she's a ghetto woman
Oh, ghetto woman, what's on your mind
Sometimes I look in your face, can't help but cry