Tell me, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you Hoo hoo, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you Now you have a little new calf, hoo hoo, and your
Early this mornin', when you knocked upon my door Early this mornin', ooh, when you knocked upon my door And I said, "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time
Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime
Well I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Yeah, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Whoa, it's hard to tell
'F I send for my baby, and she don't come 'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none And
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, now save poor Bob, if
I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you,
I got to keep movin' I got to keep movin' blues fallin' down like hail blues fallin' down like hail Umm mmm mmm mmm blues fallin
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets, some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything
From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy
If I had possession, over judgment day If I had possession, over judgment day Lord, the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't, have no right to pray And I
I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man
It's the last fair deal goin' down, last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good lord On that Gulfport Island Road Eh Ida Belle
I got ramblin' I got ramblin' on my mind I got ramblin' I got ramblin' all on my mind Hate to leave you baby But you treats me so unkind And now
I keep drinkin' malted milk, try'n to drive my blues away I keep drinkin' malted milk, try'n to drive my blues away Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin
ooh my baby don't love me But I really love that woman can't stand to leave her be Ain't but the one thing makes Mister Johnson drink I's worried
Oh baby don't you want to go Oh baby don't you want to go Back to the land of california to my sweet home chicago Oh baby don't you want to go Oh baby