Talking to Myself (Remastered)

Talking to Myself (Remaster) - Blind Willie McTell

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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