Make Me a Pallet on the Floor - Ethel Waters
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
