"Ain't That Just Like a Woman" — an early B.B. King piece in the classic blues tradition of bewildered admiration.
There was adam, happy as a man could be
Till eve got him messin' with that old apple tree
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
Lot took his wife down to the corner for a malted
She wouldn't mind her business, boy, did she get salted
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
Samson thought delilah was on the square
Till one night she clipped him all his hair
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
From our history books we all learned
Nero fiddled while rome was burned
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
Marie antoinette met some hungry cats at the gate
They was crying for bread, she said, "let them eat cake"
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
You can buy a woman clothes
And give her money on the side
No matter what you do
She ain't never satisfied
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
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- An early B.B. King recording. The blues man's perplexed admiration for a woman who confounds his understanding is one of the tradition's most durable rhetorical positions.