Cannon Ball Blues

Please take me, baby, try me one more time
Take me, baby, try me one more time
If I do to suit you, keep me a great long time

If I don't do to suit you, start me down the line
'F I don't do to suit you, start me down the line

I left my home, just to be with you
Left my home, just to be with you
You done got me here, now that's the way you do

They call me High Pockets, because I'm long and tall
Call me High Pockets, because I'm long and tall
Sell my barn yesterday, left on a Cannonball

I can't play no music and I sure can't sing no blues
Can't play no music and I sure can't sing no blues
Gimme shim' she wobble from my head down to my shoes

I went to the I C train, laid my head on the I C track
I C train, laid my head on the I C track
Seen the I C comin', Lord, and I snatched it back

I wished I'd-a died, Mama, when I were young
Wished I had-a died, Mama, when I were young
I would not have this low-down race to run



Credits
Writer(s): Ferdinand Joseph Morton, Charlie Rider, Marty Bloom
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