Stump Blues

Yes, I’m sitting on this old stump babe, got a worried mind
Yes, I’m sitting on this stump baby, I’ve got a worried mind
Yeah I’m gunna find my baby, Lord I lose my life of trying
Yeah I shot five dollars, caught a point black nine
Yes, I shot five dollars, even caught a point black nine
Yeah I stopped that six bar baby, and that tre come flying
Yeah, I hear my hamstring a-popping and my collar crying
Lord, I hear my hamstring a-popping and I hear my collar crying
Now I can not stay a-happy, Lord, when my baby’s down the line
Yeah, you never get to do me like you did my buddy Shine
No, you’ll never get to do me like you done my buddy Shine
You know you worked him down the levee until he went real stone blind