Talkin' to Myself

歌詞

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an Angel down "Can't spare you no angel but I'll sure send you a teasin' brown" That new way of lovin', mama it must be best These-a Georgia women just won't let Mr. Samuel rest Look at the crowds out on the corner, wondered who could it be? It wasn't a thing but the women trying to get to me I even went down to the depot, with my suitcase in my hand Crowd of women runned crying: "Mr. Samuel won't you be my man"? My Mama she told me when I was a boy playin' mumble peg1: "Don't drink no black cow's milk2, don't you eat no black hen's egg2" Black man give you a dollar mama, he won't think its nothin' strange A yellow man will give a dollar but he'll want back ninety-five cents change If they call me cheater, pretty boy I'll real cheat you If you will allow me a chance, I'll gnaw your backbone half in two I took a trip out on the ocean, want the sound of the deep blue sea I found a crab with a swim trying to do the shimmy I want to tell you something mama, seem mighty doggone strange You done made me mess around gal and break my jojo string3 Honey I ain't gonna be the old work ox no more You done 'mess around' let your doggone ox get hauled My mama she got a mojo, place she try to keep it hid Papa Samuel got something to find that mojo with I even heard a rumblin', deep down in the ground It wasn't a thing but the women tryin' to run me down