Two String Blues
I said listen baby, honey I can't move no more
I said listen baby, honey I can't move no more
For these blues crawl up my window, 'n' travel up underneath my door
Some womens weep like a willow and some mourn just like a dove
Some womens weeps like a willow I
know that some mourn just like a dove
But your life's in misery man, if you ain't with the woman you love
Lord there's something tellin' me, keeps on troublin' me
Will you please tell the judge, don't have a trial till two
I say, go tell the judge, please don't have a trial till two
'Cause I've got a workin' baby, let me see what my woman can do
People hear she come at evenin' hold her hundreds in her hand
Here come my woman at evenin', had her hundreds in her hand
She had done robbed some fatmouth, an' really lookin' for her man
Tell me sweet baby, honey what's on your mind?
I said tell me sweet baby, aw what's on your mind?
You keep a poor man troubled, really lookin' downhearted all the time
Listen I won't let no good lookin'
woman, try not to stay all night with me
Say I won't let no woman, talkin' about stay all night
'Cause that woman'll make me love
her, then she won't wanna treat me right
Baby, honey don't you think I know
Baby, honey don't you think I know
That a woman make a man love her, people and shake hands and go
Lord I'm goin' to Lousiana, aw and get me a hoodoo hand
I say I'm goin' down Lousiana, aw an' get me a hoodoo hand
I'm gonna stop my woman and fix it so she can't have another man
I said listen baby, honey I can't move no more
For these blues crawl up my window, 'n' travel up underneath my door
Some womens weep like a willow and some mourn just like a dove
Some womens weeps like a willow I
know that some mourn just like a dove
But your life's in misery man, if you ain't with the woman you love
Lord there's something tellin' me, keeps on troublin' me
Will you please tell the judge, don't have a trial till two
I say, go tell the judge, please don't have a trial till two
'Cause I've got a workin' baby, let me see what my woman can do
People hear she come at evenin' hold her hundreds in her hand
Here come my woman at evenin', had her hundreds in her hand
She had done robbed some fatmouth, an' really lookin' for her man
Tell me sweet baby, honey what's on your mind?
I said tell me sweet baby, aw what's on your mind?
You keep a poor man troubled, really lookin' downhearted all the time
Listen I won't let no good lookin'
woman, try not to stay all night with me
Say I won't let no woman, talkin' about stay all night
'Cause that woman'll make me love
her, then she won't wanna treat me right
Baby, honey don't you think I know
Baby, honey don't you think I know
That a woman make a man love her, people and shake hands and go
Lord I'm goin' to Lousiana, aw and get me a hoodoo hand
I say I'm goin' down Lousiana, aw an' get me a hoodoo hand
I'm gonna stop my woman and fix it so she can't have another man
Credits
Writer(s): George Little Hat Jones
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