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
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