Black-Eyed Susan

Poor Susan

Always coverin’ her bruisin’.

To protect that mean old rat of a man

And also her pride, no one would understand.

She could cover them up with long sleeves and whiskey,

‘Cause he knew a hit to the face was too risky.

But one day when he slapped her, Susan started to cry

And her nasty husband punched her right in the eye.

Susan ran outside, her tears dropped to the ground.

And black-eyed yellow flowers grew up all around.