John Masters lives in that big white house
Tobacco is his trade
They say when he married his pretty Emaline
Even the horses drank champagneIn 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 tonightEmaline 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 tonightHatti 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