Talking To Myself Lyrics

Good Lord good Lord : send me an angel down
Can't spare you no angel : but I'll swear I'll send you
a teasing brown

That new way of loving : mama it must be best
These here Georgia women : just won't let Mr Samuel
rest

There was a crowd out on the corner : wondered who
could it be
It weren't a thing : but the women trying to get to me

I even went down to the depot : with my suitcase in my
hand
Crowd of womens all crying : Mr Samuel won't you be my
man

My mama she told me : when I was a boy playing
mumblepeg
Don't drink no black cow's milk : don't you eat no
black hen's eggs

Black man give you a dollar : mama he won't think it
nothing strange
A yellow man'll give you a dollar : but he'll want back
ninety‑five cents change
You may call me a cheater : pretty boy I'll real treat
you
But if you'll allow me a chance : I'll gnaw your
backbone half in two

I took a trip out on the ocean : walked the sand of the
deep blue sea
I found a crab with a shrimp : trying to do the
shimmy‑shee

I want to tell you something mama : seem mighty doggone
strange
You done mess around gal : and made me break my yo‑yo
string

Honey I ain't going to be : your old work ox no more
You done mess around baby : and let your doggone ox get
poor

My mama she got a mojo : believe she trying to keep it
hid
Papa Samuel got something : to find that mojo with

I even heard a rumbling : deep down in the ground
It weren't a thing : but the women trying to run me
down

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