Make Me A Pallet On The Floor - Ethel Waters

Waters Ethel

Miscellaneous

Make Me a Pallet on the Floor

Who’s there?

It’s me, honey!

Get away from that door, get away from there!

Cruel daddy, please let me in

Say, broad, you got any money?

I ain’t got a cent to my name

Get away from there!

Get away from there!

Daddy, I’m so hungry I been out in the front yard eatin' that short grass

Well, broad, that’s too bad, really too bad you been out in the front yard

eatin' that short grass.

Go in the back yard where it’s longer

Um-hmm, that’s all right.

Remember, I knew you when you couldn’t eat,

and you wasn’t sick.

So won’t you listen to what I’ve got to say?

Well, hurry up, broad, I ain’t got but a few minutes!

I’ve roamed this town

Till my feet are sore;

I’m out and down

That’s why I’m at your door

Won’t you take me back, please, honey, do

But if you don’t want me no more

Here’s all I ask of you:

Don’t drive me, honey, from your door

Just make me a pallet on the floor;

Why, any kind of bed, so I can rest my weary head;

Oh, please take me in your arms once more

I’m just a lonesome rollin' stone

So tired of being all alone

If it’s for only one night, please, I ask you on my knees

To make me a pallet on the floor