文本歌词

Coffee Pot Blues(Take 2) - 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
Now Evelyn lives 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