Red Cross Store
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal,
Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread,
Red Cross store wen't help me fix my ailing head.
I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death,
No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I'm down to my last breath.
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Don't talk to me 'bout no war, if you can't tell me what I'm fighting for.
I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before,
If I could get a job, I wouldn't go to that store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
(Mississippi Fred McDowell)
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I went to the merchant, asked him for some meal,
Lord, you go away from here now boy, you got boll weevils in your brain.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
No sugar for my coffee, no flour for my bread,
Red Cross store wen't help me fix my ailing head.
I was on the floor a bleendin' I almost cought my death,
No Red Cross store gonna save my life when I'm down to my last breath.
Well I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Don't talk to me 'bout no war, if you can't tell me what I'm fighting for.
I would go all the way to hell, before I give my Soul to that Red Cross store.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
I told you once, I told you twice, a thousand times before,
If I could get a job, I wouldn't go to that store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
Lord I ain't goin' back to that Red Cross store no more.
(Mississippi Fred McDowell)
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Writer(s): Fred Mcdowell
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