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Talkin' To Myself - Blind Willie McTell
Evavaeva
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
At the Look crowds on out the corner
Who wondered it be could
It wasn't a thing but the women trying to get to me
Even I went down to the depot with my suitcase in my hand
Crowd of women runned crying:
'Mr Samuel won't you be my man'
Mama My 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'
Man Black give you a dollar mama
He won't think its nothin' strange
Yellow A man will give a dollar
But he'll want back ninety-five cents change
They If call me cheater boy pretty I'll real cheat you
If allow me you a will chance
I'll gnaw your backbone half in two
Took I a trip out on the ocean
The want sound of the deep blue sea
I found a crab a with swim trying to do the shimmy
Want I to tell you something mama
Seem mighty doggone strange
You done made me mess around gal
And break my jojo string3
I Honey ain't gonna be the old work ox no more
You done 'mess around' let your doggone ox get hauled
My mama got she a mojo place try she to keep it hid
Papa Samuel got something to find that mojo with
I even heard a rumblin' deep down in the ground
Wasn't It a thing but the women tryin' to run me down