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