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Talkin' To Myself - Blind Willie McTell
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
