John Masters lives in that big white house Tobacco is his trade They say when he married his pretty Emaline Even the horses drank champagne In 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 tonight Emaline 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 tonight Hatti 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 John Masters lives in that big white house Tobacco is his trade They say when he married his pretty Emaline Even the horses drank champagne