Jealousy Blues Poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
Jealousy Blues
Oh Lord, the jealousy blues got its grip on me.
Last night I waited up for my man until a quarter of three.
I knew he had done me wrong, so I wrote down this song.
I got the jealousy blues, my friends, and it feels so wrong.
I whaled all night long on the telephone to my best friends.
I told them about about my old man who's doing me wrong.
Oh, the jealousy blues got a hold on me, like my favorite song.
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