B.B. King - Ghetto Woman

She's a ghetto woman, waitin for her man to come home Oh poor ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home She's just a ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home To come home A rat run cross the floor, a roach turn up the wall Everything is noisy around her, that don't seem to bother her at all Cause she's a ghetto woman, sittin there all alone She's just a ghetto woman waitin for her man to come home To come home Yes, the tv's on, radio blastin' the news Somebody down the hall, playin the low down dirty blues My ghetto woman, she's all alone She's just a ghetto woman, waitin for her man to come home To come home Cause she's a ghetto woman, said she's a ghetto woman Oh, ghetto woman, what's on your mind Sometimes I look in your face, can't help but cry.