Blind Willie McTell
Blind Willie McTell - Talking To Myself songtekst
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Good Lord good Lord : send me an angel down Can't spare you no angel : but I'll swear I'll send you a teasing brown That new way of loving : mama it must be best These here Georgia women : just won't let Mr Samuel rest There was a crowd out on the corner : wondered who could it be It weren't a thing : but the women trying to get to me I even went down to the depot : with my suitcase in my hand Crowd of womens all crying : Mr Samuel won't you be my man My mama she told me : when I was a boy playing mumblepeg Don't drink no black cow's milk : don't you eat no black hen's eggs Black man give you a dollar : mama he won't think it nothing strange A yellow man'll give you a dollar : but he'll want back ninety?five cents change You may call me a cheater : pretty boy I'll real treat you But if you'll allow me a chance : I'll gnaw your backbone half in two I took a trip out on the ocean : walked the sand of the deep blue sea I found a crab with a shrimp : trying to do the shimmy?shee I want to tell you something mama : seem mighty doggone strange You done mess around gal : and made me break my yo?yo string Honey I ain't going to be : your old work ox no more You done mess around baby : and let your doggone ox get poor My mama she got a mojo : believe she trying to keep it hid Papa Samuel got something : to find that mojo with I even heard a rumbling : deep down in the ground It weren't a thing : but the women trying to run me down