Two Women

John Masters lives in that big white house
 Tobacco is his trade
 They say when he married his pretty Emaline
 Even the horses drank champagne
 In the cool of the morning he walks his fields
 With a pistol and a blade
 Takes his supper across from pretty Emaline
 Then pays his nightly visit to his slaves
 Two women crying tonight
 Two women drying their eyes
 Each one's sorrow is the other one's demise
 Two women crying tonight
 Two women crying tonight
 Emaline tried everything she could
 Still the babies never stayed
 She doesn't tell John how much it hurts
 Each time, each time one goes away
 Two women crying tonight
 Two women drying their eyes
 Each one's sorrow is the other one's demise
 Two women crying tonight
 Two women crying tonight
 Hatti lives in fear of his knock on her door
 Happens almost every night
 Then her terror becomes something more
 She's grieving for her unborn child's life
 Two women crying tonight
 Two women drying their eyes
 Each one's sorrow is the other one's demise
 Two women crying tonight
 Two women crying tonight
 John Masters lives in that big white house
 Tobacco is his trade
 They say when he married his pretty Emaline
 Even the horses drank champagne