She's no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd. It's called Blues. She sings about sore feet, sexual relations, baked goods, killing your lover, being broke, men called Daddy, women who dress like men, working, praying for rain. Jail and trains. Whiskey and morphine. She tells stories between verses and everyone in the place shouts out how true it all is. AnnMarie MacDonald
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The line, “She’s no lady. Her songs are all unbelievably unhappy or lewd," is a quote from Rolling Stone Magazine and is a satire of the over sexualized female singer of the time. The article is talking about Big Mama Thornton and her song "Good Rocking Tonight". This is an example of the Blues genre which is a form of music where there is usually a harsh, often violent, and often sad subject such as death.

Source: Fall On Your Knees

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