Talkin' To Myself

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

At the look crowds on out the corner wondered who could it be

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

My Mama she told me when I was a boy playin' mumble peg

Don't drink no black Don't drink no black cow's milk

Don't you eat no black hen's egg

Black Man 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

I Took 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

I Want to tell you something mama seem mighty doggone strange

You done made me mess around gal and break my jojo string

I honey 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 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

It Wasn't a thing but the women tryin' to run me down