Drive Away Blues
I believe that if had my,
sweet woman's heart in my hand, in my hand.
I believe that if had my,
sweet woman's heart in my hand, in my hand.
I believe I could teach her
How to treat a real good man.
I drink so much whiskey mama
I can't hardly talk, hardly talk
Sweet mama, harldy talk.
I drink so much whiskey
I can't harldy talk, hardly talk
Well it's done addled on my brains, people I can't hardly walk.
How my poor heart weak and wearied,
baby, when you drove me away, drove me away,
sweet mama, you drove me away.
How my poor heart weak and wearied,
baby, when you drove me away.
You were cryin for poor boy McTell,
some ol' rainy day.
Goin' up on a lookout mountain,
look down to Niagara Fall, Niagara Fall
Sweet mama, Niagara Fall.
Goin' up on a lookout mountain,
look down to Niagara Fall, Niagara Fall.
Seems like to me I can hear my Atlanta mama call,
Hear her call.
Don't fret 'n' worry and don't grieve after me,
sweet mama, after me.
Don't grieve 'n' worry and don't fret after me,
after me.
Don't you scream and cry cause I'm goin' back to Tennessee.
(Aw, boy play those drove away blues for me. That's all I know.)
Can't read and write,
can't even spell my name, spell my name
I know, spell my name.
Can't read and write,
can't even spell my name.
You drove me away and you drove my heart insane.
But I won't be back no more, mama.
sweet woman's heart in my hand, in my hand.
I believe that if had my,
sweet woman's heart in my hand, in my hand.
I believe I could teach her
How to treat a real good man.
I drink so much whiskey mama
I can't hardly talk, hardly talk
Sweet mama, harldy talk.
I drink so much whiskey
I can't harldy talk, hardly talk
Well it's done addled on my brains, people I can't hardly walk.
How my poor heart weak and wearied,
baby, when you drove me away, drove me away,
sweet mama, you drove me away.
How my poor heart weak and wearied,
baby, when you drove me away.
You were cryin for poor boy McTell,
some ol' rainy day.
Goin' up on a lookout mountain,
look down to Niagara Fall, Niagara Fall
Sweet mama, Niagara Fall.
Goin' up on a lookout mountain,
look down to Niagara Fall, Niagara Fall.
Seems like to me I can hear my Atlanta mama call,
Hear her call.
Don't fret 'n' worry and don't grieve after me,
sweet mama, after me.
Don't grieve 'n' worry and don't fret after me,
after me.
Don't you scream and cry cause I'm goin' back to Tennessee.
(Aw, boy play those drove away blues for me. That's all I know.)
Can't read and write,
can't even spell my name, spell my name
I know, spell my name.
Can't read and write,
can't even spell my name.
You drove me away and you drove my heart insane.
But I won't be back no more, mama.
Credits
Writer(s): Willie Mctell
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Georgia Fingerstyle Country Blues Classics
- Fingerpicking Maestro - the Blues of Blind Willie McTell
- Come on Around to My House
- Lord, Send Me an Angel
- The Classic Blind Willie, Vol. 2
- The Classic Blind Willie, Vol. 1
- Boll Weevil
- Top 100 Classics - The Very Best of Blind Willie McTell
- His Greatest Tracks
- Rough Guide to Blind Willie Mctell
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