Josie went to the bar room,
ordered up a glass of beer,
Said, tell me the truth, bartender,
has my true love been here?
He's my man,
but he ain't come home.
I ain't gonna tell you no secrets,
I ain't gonna tell you no lies,
But I saw your man a while ago,
and I couldn't believe my eyes.
He's your man,
but he won't come home.
Josie drank her beer,
ordered up a glass of gin.
Said it ain't a shame, bartender,
I'm taking the drink again.
Cause he's my man,
but he won't come home.
Josie went down the street,
revolver in her hand,
Saying,
Stand back, gents and ladies,
I'm looking for my man,
He's my man,
but he won't come home.
Josie saw her lover,
and her revolver drew,
Then
Josie pulled the trigger,
shot him through and through,
He was her man,
but he wouldn't come home.
One thing hurt
Miss
Josie, one thing made her cry.
Standing there in the jailhouse doors,
the hearse came rolling by.
He was her man,
but he won't come home.
Sitting in the parlor by an electric fan,
Pleadin' with our sister,
don't marry a gamblin' man
He'll be your man, but he won't come home