Long Lonesome Blues
I walked from Dallas, I walked to Wichita Falls
I say, I walked from Dallas, I walked to Wichita Falls
Hadn't have lost my sugar, well, I would not have walked at all
Some women see you comin', man, they go get the rocker chair
Women see you comin', go get the rocker chair
"I wanna fool this man and make out he's welcome here"
So cold in China, the birds can hardly sing
So cold in China, birds can hardly sing
You didn't make me mad till you soak my diamond ring
Hey, mama and papa, and papa's papa 'deed double do love you, doggone it
Somebody's talking to you, mama and papa 'deed double do love you
What you cryin' 'bout, baby, papa don't care what you do
Well, I know my baby, she gonna jump and shout
I say, I know my baby, she gonna jump and shout
When she gets a letter Lemon have rolled them few days out
Woman, if you don't love me, just be frank and tell me so
I say, if you don't love me, be frank and tell me so
So I can leave your town and hang crepe on your door
Said, baby, what's the matter, Papa Lemon can't get no mail
Said, baby, what's the matter, Papa Lemon can't get no mail
Mama, dreamt last night, pulled a black cat across your trail
I said, fair brown, tell me where'd you stay last night
Said, fair brown, "Where'd you stay last night?"
Your hair's all down, you know you ain't talkin' right
I say, I walked from Dallas, I walked to Wichita Falls
Hadn't have lost my sugar, well, I would not have walked at all
Some women see you comin', man, they go get the rocker chair
Women see you comin', go get the rocker chair
"I wanna fool this man and make out he's welcome here"
So cold in China, the birds can hardly sing
So cold in China, birds can hardly sing
You didn't make me mad till you soak my diamond ring
Hey, mama and papa, and papa's papa 'deed double do love you, doggone it
Somebody's talking to you, mama and papa 'deed double do love you
What you cryin' 'bout, baby, papa don't care what you do
Well, I know my baby, she gonna jump and shout
I say, I know my baby, she gonna jump and shout
When she gets a letter Lemon have rolled them few days out
Woman, if you don't love me, just be frank and tell me so
I say, if you don't love me, be frank and tell me so
So I can leave your town and hang crepe on your door
Said, baby, what's the matter, Papa Lemon can't get no mail
Said, baby, what's the matter, Papa Lemon can't get no mail
Mama, dreamt last night, pulled a black cat across your trail
I said, fair brown, tell me where'd you stay last night
Said, fair brown, "Where'd you stay last night?"
Your hair's all down, you know you ain't talkin' right
Credits
Writer(s): Blind Lemon Jefferson
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