Big Joe Williams -
Joe Williams 1935-1945: The Giant of the 9 Strings Guitar (Blues Collection Historic Recordings)
Crawlin' king snake
Well, I'm a crawlin' king snake, woman, I'm gon' joint all 'round your door
Said, I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, baby I'm gon' joint all 'round your door
She had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well -well, she didn't want me no more
You couldn't see me baby, passin' by
I'm gon' be your crawlin' king snake, 'til the day I die
I'm gon' be your crawlin' king snake
I'm gon' joint all 'round your door
You had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well-well, you didn't want poor Joe Williams no more
You couldn't see me, baby, not when I's walkin' by
Gon' be your crawlin' king snake, mama, if I have to die
'Cause I'm gonna be your crawlin' king snake, gon' joint all 'round your door
You had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well-well, that you didn't want me no more
I'm gwine back to Memphis, if I have to walk
I ain't got nobody in Chicago, talk that old baby talk
I'm gon' be your crawlin' king snake, gon' joint all 'round your door
You had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well-well, you didn't want me no more
I'm gwine back to St. Louis, I'm gon' sit right down
I'm gonna throw my poison on every pretty woman in town
'Cause I'm a crawlin' king snake, gon' joint all 'round your door
(Play it for me a while, boy)
She had the nerve to tell me,
Hoo-blues, that woman didn't want me no more
(Play 'til my baby comes)
(Ease on out)
Said, I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, baby I'm gon' joint all 'round your door
She had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well -well, she didn't want me no more
You couldn't see me baby, passin' by
I'm gon' be your crawlin' king snake, 'til the day I die
I'm gon' be your crawlin' king snake
I'm gon' joint all 'round your door
You had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well-well, you didn't want poor Joe Williams no more
You couldn't see me, baby, not when I's walkin' by
Gon' be your crawlin' king snake, mama, if I have to die
'Cause I'm gonna be your crawlin' king snake, gon' joint all 'round your door
You had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well-well, that you didn't want me no more
I'm gwine back to Memphis, if I have to walk
I ain't got nobody in Chicago, talk that old baby talk
I'm gon' be your crawlin' king snake, gon' joint all 'round your door
You had the nerve to tell me, hoo-well-well, you didn't want me no more
I'm gwine back to St. Louis, I'm gon' sit right down
I'm gonna throw my poison on every pretty woman in town
'Cause I'm a crawlin' king snake, gon' joint all 'round your door
(Play it for me a while, boy)
She had the nerve to tell me,
Hoo-blues, that woman didn't want me no more
(Play 'til my baby comes)
(Ease on out)
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Besman, John Lee Hooker
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