(Sleepy John Estes) 



Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid 

She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid" 

Well, she looked at me, she began to smile 

She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile 

But just don't let my husband catch you there 

I say, just don't let my husband catch you there" 



Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk 

I never saw no whiskey 

The blues made me sloppy drunk 

I ain't never saw no whiskey 

The blues made me sloppy drunk 

Well, I ain't saw no whiskey 

The blues made me sloppy drunk 



Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens 

But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees 

It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees