文本歌词

The Faking Blues - Papa Charlie Jackson
I got plenty of whiskey
Food home on the shelf
I got plenty of whiskey
Food home on the shelf
But I get sick and tired of
Going to sleep by my fakin' self
Now tell me pretty mama tell me
Please don't lie
Whyn't you tell me pretty mama
Tell me please don't lie
Can your sweet papa stop by here
Or must I pass on by
I got the fakin' blues
Sing 'em anywhere I please
I got the fakin' blues
Sing 'em anywhere I please
That's the reason why give
My poor heart some ease
Lord I'm going away mama
Believe me it tain't no stall
Lord I'm going away mama
Believe me it tain't no stall
'Cause I can get more women than a passenger train can haul
Lord I'm going to the nation
Marry me an Indian squaw
Lord I'm going to the nation
Marry me an Indian squaw
I'm going to raise me a family
Start me an Indian war
I got the fakin' blues sing 'em anywhere I go
I got the fakin' blues sing 'em anywhere I go
Tell you the reason I sing
'Em my sweet mama don't love me no more
Lord I went to the river
Took a chair baby sat down
Lord I went to the river
Took a chair baby sat down
I thought about my fakin' Jelly roll
And come on back to town