文本歌词

Coffee Pot Blues (Take 1) - Papa Charlie Jackson
You can always tell when your good gal don't want to be seen
Cause your meals ain't ready the house is never clean
Just like huntin' for a needle buried in a bed of sand
That is to find a woman hasn't got no man
Three barrels of the whiskey mama four barrels of gin
She said The headknocker's home daddy and you can't come in
It was early one morning just at the close of four
When Charlie Smith knocked on Evelyn's door
She jumped up sweet babe tipped on across the floor
Hollerin' Long tall daddy don't you knock no more
It was in the loving kitchen where they made the plot
For to poison her father and her mother in the coffee pot
Then they carried the remains throwed it out in the yard
Killed fifteen chickens and wound that prattling dog
Policeman said to Freddie What do you know about this
Say I guess you'd have to go arrest poor Charlie Smith
Then they carried poor Charlie put him behind the bars
Give him thirty nine days mama and that ain't all
Poor Evelyn's in jail with her back turned to the wall
Hollerin' Cruel kind daddy you know you the cause of it all
I'm gonna sing this time ain't gonna sing no more
Cause my throat's got dry to where my tonsils sore