Long Lonesome Blues (2472-1)

Well the blues come to Texas, loping like a mule
You take a high brown woman, man she’s hard to fool
You can’t never tell, what a woman’s got on her mind
You might think she’s crazy about you, but she leaving
you all the time
Ain’t so good‑looking, your teeth don’t shine like
pearls
But that nice disposition, carry a woman all through the
world
I’m going to the river, going to carry my rocking chair
Going to ask that gal for a, how the worried blues
left here
I think I heard, my good gal call my name
She couldn’t call so loud, but she calls so nice and
plain
I was raised in Texas, schooled in Tennessee
High‑stepper you can’t make, no fatmouth out of me Can’t a woman act funny, quit you for another man
Can’t go look down the street, but she’s always raising
sand