From 1 to 12 (Dirty Dozen)

Lord have mercy, I'm goin' right back to work
Lord have mercy, I'm goin' right back to work
I believe to my soul the good lord got me under a curse

I had twelve pieces of men, all of them drag me round
I had twelve pieces of men, all of them drag me round
I'm pleading with you women, go get you a chair and sit down

Number one was a rat that cut me in my face
Number two was a tramp that beat me out of my place
Number three was a thief stole my hundred dime
Number four was a hound that gambled all the time

Now I'm tired, girls we don't need no men
But I'd rather be dead, in a lion's den

Why number five was a sea, taking all I made
Number six was a bully, but I put him in his grave
Number seven was a stool pigeon, and what a death he died
Number eight was a hypocrite that lied lied lied

Now I'm tired and I don't walk to ten
Well a time has come when a woman don't need no men

Why number nine was the one that death loved to fight
Number ten run with men, and you know that wasn't right
Number eleven knocked me down, in the muddy ditch
Ain't gonna try number twelve, he's a lowdown wit

Now I'm tired, girls we don't need no men
Cause the time has come when a woman's another-un's best friend