Ain't no tellin
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.Don't you let my good girl catch you here. She might shoot you, may cut ya and starve you too. Ain't no tellin, what, she might do. I'm up the country where the col' sleet and snow. I'm up the country where the col' sleet and snow. Ain't no telling how much further I may go. Eatin' my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee. Eatin' my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee. I tol' you I was comin', baby, won't you look for me. Hey, hey, such lookin' the class. The way I'm sleepin' my back and shoulders tired. Way I'm sleepin' babe, my back and shoulders tired. Gonna turn over, try it on the side. Don't you let, my good girl catch you here. She, might shoot you, may cut you and starve you too. Ain't no tellin', what, she might do. go to top of page Ain't nobody but you baby
Chorus:Ain't nobody but you baby, Ain't nobody but you,. Ain't nobody but you, Ain't nobody but you. I got a letter last night, I got a letter last night, I got a letter last night, How do you reckon it read? chorus I went down to the ball, Went down to the ball last night. chorus go to top of page Avalon Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtGot to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine Hollerin' one mornin' in Avalon , couldn't hardly keep from cryin' Avalon is my hometown, always on my mind Avalon is my hometown, always on my mind Pretty mama's in Avalon want me there all the time When the train left Avalon, throwin' kisses and wavin' at me When the train left Avalon, throwin' kisses and wavin' at me Says, "Come back, daddy, and stay right here with me" Avalon's a small town, have no great big range Avalon's a small town, have no great big range Pretty mama's in Avalon, they sure will spend your change New York's a good town, but it's not for mine New York's a good town, but it's not for mine Goin' back to Avalon, near where I have a pretty mama all the time go to top of page Big Leg Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtRaise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine Raise up, baby, get your big leg offa mine They're so heavy, make a good man change his mind I asked you, baby, to come and hold my head I ask you, baby, to come and hold my head Send me word that you'd rather see me dead I'm goin', I'm goin', your cryin' won't make me stay I'm goin', I'm goin', cryin' won't make me stay More you cry, the further you drive me away Some crave high yellow , I like black and brown Some crave high yellow, I like black and brown Black won't quit you, brown won't lay you down It was late at midnight and the moon shine bright like day It was late at midnight and moon shine bright like day I seen your faror goin' up the right of way go to top of page Blessed be the name
If you don't like your sister, don't you carry her name abroad.Blessed be the name of the Lord. Yes, take her in your bosom and carry her home to God. Blessed be the name of the Lord. chorus: Oh, blessed be the name, Blessed be the name, Blessed be the name of the Lord. Oh, blessed be the name, Blessed be the name, Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord. If you don't like your brother, don't you carry the name abroad. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Just take him in your bosom and carry him home to God. Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord. chorus If you don't like your preacher, don't you carry his name abroad. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Just take him in your bosom and carry him home to God. Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord. chorus If you don't like your deacon, don't you carry his name abroad. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Just take him in your bosom and carry him home to God. Oh, blessed be the name of the Lord. go to top of page Candy Man Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtWell all you ladies gather 'round That good sweet candy man's in town It's the candy man It's the candy man He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn It's the candy man... All heard what sister Johnson said She always takes a candy stick to bed Don't stand close to the candy man He'll leave a big candy stick in your hand He sold some candy to sister Bad The very next day she took all he had If you try his candy, good friend of mine, you sure will want it for a long long time His stick candy don't melt away It just gets better, so the ladies say go to top of page Casey Jones
written by: Mississippi John HurtCasey Jones was a brave engineer, he told his fireman to not to fear Says, "All I want, my water and my coal Look out the window, see my drive wheel roll" Early one mornin' came a shower of rain, 'round the curve I seen a passenger train In the cabin was Casey Jones, he's a noble engineer man but he's dead and gone "Children, children, get your hat" Mama, mama, what you mean by that?" "Get your hat , put it on your head, go down in town, see if your daddy's dead" "Mama, mama, how can it be? My daddy got killed on the old I.C. "Hush your mouth and hold your breath, you're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead" Casey's wife, she got the news, she was sittin' on the bedside, she was lacin' up her shoes I said, "Go away, children, and hold your breath, you're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead" Casey said, before he died, fixed the blinds so the boys can't ride If they ride, let 'em ride the rod, trust they lives in the hands of God" Casey said again, before he died, one more road that he wanted to ride People wondered what road could that be? The Gulf Colorado and the Santa Fe Casey Jones was a brave engineer, he told his fireman to not to fear Says, "All I want, my water and my coal Look out the window, see my drive wheel roll" go to top of page Coffee Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt(spoken: This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand - Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop, just like it says on the can. I used to have a girl cookin' a good Maxwell House. She moved away. Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland, but I found her. I wanted her to cook me some good Maxwell's House. You understand, if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House, do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee) I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful , my lovin' spoonful Well, I'm just got to have my lovin' (spoken: I found her) Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'? Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon, just a lovin' spoonful I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful My baby packed her suitcase and she went away I couldn't let her stay for my lovin', my lovin' spoonful Well, I'm just got to have my lovin' Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'? Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon, just a lovin' spoonful I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down He laid his bible down for his lovin' (spoken: Ain't Maxwell House all right?) Well, I'm just got to have my lovin' go to top of page Corrina, Corrina
traditional Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night? Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night? Come in this morning, clothes ain't fittin' you right I left Corrina, way across the sea I left Corrina, way across the sea She wouldn't write me no letter, she don't care for me Oh Corrina, Corrina, where you been so long? Oh Corrina, Corrina, where you been so long? She wouldn't write me no letter, she don't care for me Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night? Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night? Come in this morning, clothes ain't fittin' you right go to top of page Frankie
written by: Mississippi John Hurt(spoken introduction: "Frankie and Albert", the same thing as "Frankie and Johnnie") Frankie was a good girl, everybody know, she paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit of clothes He's her man, but he did her wrong Frankie went down to the corner saloon, she ordered her a glass of beer, she asked the barkeeper, "Gas my lovin' Albert been here?" "He been here, but he's gone again" "Ain't gonna tell you no story, Frankie, I ain't gonna tell you no lie" Says, "Albert a-passed about a hour ago, with a girl you call Alice Frye He's your man, and he's doin' you wrong Frankie went down to the corner saloon, she didn't go to be gone long She peeked through keyhole in the door, spied Albert in Alice's arm He's my man, and you's doin' me wrong Frankie called Albert, she shot him three or four times, says, "Stand back, I'm smokin' my gun, let me see is Albert dyin' He's my man, and he did me wrong" Frankie and the judge walked outta the stand, and walked out side by side The judge says, "Frankie, you're gonna be justified, killin' a man, and he did you wrong" Frankie was a good girl, everybody know, she paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit of clothes He's her man, but he did her wrong Said, "Turn me over, mother, turn me over slow, it may be my last time, you won't turn me no more He's my man, and he did me wrong" Says, Frankie was a good girl, everybody know, she paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit of clothes He's her man, but he did her wrong go to top of page Got The Blues, Can't Be Satisfied
written by: Mississippi John HurtGot the blues, can't be satisfied Got the blues, can't be satisfied Keep the blues, I'll catch that train and ride Yes, whiskey straight will drive the blues away Yes, whiskey straight will drive the blues away That be the case, I wants a quart today I bought my baby a great big diamond ring I bought my baby a great big diamond ring Come right back home and caught her shaking that thing I said, "Babe, what make you do me this a-way?" I said, "Babe, what make you do me this a-way?" Well, that I bought, now you give it away I took my gun and broke the barrel down I took my gun and broke the barrel down I put that joker six feet in the ground You got the blues, and I still ain't satisfied You got the blues, and I still ain't satisfied Well, some old day, gonna catch that train and ride go to top of page Hey baby, right away
Hey, hey, honey right away,Hey, honey right away Right away, baby right away, Hey, honey right away. You told me, you'd marry, Honey, right away. Hey, baby, right away. I want to go to the courthouse, Get our license read. Hey, baby, right away. Right away, baby right away, Hey, honey right away. Hey, hey, honey right away, Hey, baby right away go to top of page If you don't want me
If you don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow,If you don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow. It was late last night when everything was still, Well, me and your baby eased out on the hill. I tried my best to do my father's will, I tried my best to do my father's will. Don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow, Don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow. The sun go down, ain't this a lonesome place? The sun goin' down and ain't this a lonesome place? So lonesome here, I can't see in my baby's face, lt's so lonesome here, I can't see in my baby's face. You don't want me baby, baby, got to have me anyhow, Don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow. go to top of page I'm satisfied
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. First in the country, then in town. I'm a total old shaker from my navel on down. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. I pull my dress to my knees, I give my total all to who please. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you. I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back. go to top of page Lazy Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtWake up in the mornin', with a towel tied 'round her head Wake up in the mornin', towel tied 'round her head When you speak to her you swear she almost dead Well, tell me, baby, what make you walk so slow? Oh, tell me, baby, what make you walk so slow? "Well, I feel just like I never felt before" go to top of page Let the mermaids flirt with me
Blues all on the ocean, blues all in the air.Can't stay here no longer, I have no steamship fare. When my earthly trials are over, carry my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me. I do not work for pleasure, earthly peace I'll see no more. The only reason I work at all, is drive the world from my door. When my earthly trials are over, carry my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me. My wife controls our happy home, a sweetheart I can not find. The only thing I can call my own, is a troubled and a worried mind. When my earthly trials are over, carry my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me. Blues all in my body, my darling has forsaken me. If I ever see her face again, I have to swim across the sea. When my earthly trials are over, carry my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me. Blues all on the ocean, blues all in the air. Can't stay here no longer, I have no steamship fare. When my earthly trials are over, carry my body out in the sea. Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me. go to top of page Louis Collins
Mrs Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moanedTo see her son Louis leavin' home. The angels laid him away. The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay. The angels laid him away. Oh kind friends, oh ain't it hard? To see poor Louis in a new graveyard. The angels laid him away. Oh Bob shot once and Louis shot, too [two] Shot pOor Collins, shot him through and through. The angels laid him away. The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay. The angels laid him away. Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned To see her son Louis leavin' home. The angels laid him away. The angels laid him away. They laid him six feet under the clay. The angels laid him away. Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead, All the people, they dressed in red. The angels laid him away. The angels laid him away, They laid him six feet under the clay. The angels laid him away. go to top of page Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor.Make me down... Make me down a pallet down, soft and low Make me a pallet on your floor. Up the country, 20 miles or more. I'm going up the country where the cold, sleet and snow. I'm going up the country, where the cold, sleet and snow. No tellin' how much further I may go. Just make me down ... Make me down... Make me a pallet, down, soft and low. Make me a pallet on your floor. Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired. Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired. The way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired. Goin' to turn over and try it on the side. Repeat first verse. Don't you let my good girl catch you here. Don't let my good girl catch you here. Oh she, might shoot you, liable to cut and starve you too. No tellin' what she might do. Repeat first verse. Make it baby, close behind your door. Make it baby, close behind the door. Make me a pallet, close behind the door. Make it where your good man will never go. Repeat first verse. go to top of page Monday morning blues
I woke up this morning... I woke up this morning...Woke up this morning, with the monday morning blues. I couldn't hardly find... I couldn't hardly find... I couldn't hardly find, my monday morning shoes. Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues, searched all through my bones. Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues, made me leave my home. I've been laying in jail... I've been laying in jail... I've been laying in jail, six long weeks today. Lord, tomorrow morning... Lord, tomorrow morning... Lord, tomorrow morning, gonna be my trial day. Lord, I asked the judge... Well, I asked the judge... Well, I asked the judge, what might be my crime. Get a pick and shoveL.. Get a pick and shovel... Get a pick and shovel, let's go down in the mine. That's the only time... That's the only time... That's the only time, I ever felt like cryin'. Well, my heart struck sorrow... Well, my heart struck sorrow... Well, my heart struck sorrow, tears come rolling down. I woke up this morning... I woke up this morning... Woke up this morning, with the monday morning blues. go to top of page My Creole Belle
written by: Mississippi John HurtMy Creole Belle, I love her well, my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle When the stars shine I'll call her mine, my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle My Creole Belle, I love her well, I love her more anyone can tell My Creole Belle, I love her well, my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle When the stars shine I'll call her mine, my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle My Creole Belle, I love her well, my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle go to top of page Nobody Cares For Me
written by: Mississippi John HurtLonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me It was a bright moon lighted night, the moon shining bright, when you and I made love Your love wasn't true, I'll say onto you, I moaned like a turtle dove Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me I'm coming home, no more to roam, darling I'm coming home I'm coming home, no more to roam, darling I'm coming home Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me Lonesome is I, wished I could die Nobody cares for me It was a bright moon lighted night, the moon shining bright, when you and I made love Your love wasn't true, I'll say onto you, I moaned like a turtle dove go to top of page Nobody's dirty business
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,Nobody's business but mine. Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me, Nobody's business but my own. Sometimes my baby gets boozy, then again she tries to rule me, Nobody's business but mine. Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me, Nobody's business but my own. (Spoken: That's all right, just let her rule me.) Say, baby, did you get that letter? "If you take me back I'lltreat you better." Nobody's business but mine. Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me, Nobody's business but my own. I'm goin' back to Pensacola, gonna buy my baby a money (muller?) Nobody's business but mine. Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me, Nobody's business but my own. Nobody's . . . Nobody's business but mine. Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me, Nobody's business but my won. go to top of page Oh Mary don't you weep
Oh, Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn.Pharoah's army got drownded, Oh, Mary don't you weep. If I could, I surely would, Stand on the rock where Moses stood. Pharoah's army got drownded, Oh, Mary don't you weep. Mary weep, Martha moaned, All around God's holy strong. Pharoah's army got drownded, Oh, Mary don't you weep. Well, God told Noah about the rainbow sound. No more water but the God makes... Pharoah's army got drownded, Oh, Mary don't you weep. Repeat first verse. Sinners don't come by the ... No need to come when the train done gone. Pharoah's army got drownded, Oh, Mary don't you weep. Repeat first verse. One of these days about 12 o'clock, This 0l' world gonna reel and rock. Pharoah's army got drownded, Oh, Mary don't you weep. Repeat first verse. go to top of page Pay Day
written by: Mississippi John HurtYeah, I did all I can do, and I can't get along with you I'm gonna take you to your mama, pay day Pay day, pay day Well, the rabbit in a log, I ain't got no rabbit dog And I hate to see that rabbit get away Get away Baby, did all I can do, and I can't get along with you I'm gonna take you to your mama, pay day Just about a week ago, I'm gonna keep my skillet greasy if I can If I can, if I can (spoken: You know what happened to me) Well, the hounds is on my track, and the knapsack on my back I'm gonna make it to my shanty 'fore day 'Fore day, 'for day Baby, I did all I could do, an' I I'm gonna take you to your mama, pay day Well, and I ain't got no rabbit dog Lord, I hate to see that rabbit get away Get away Baby, did all I can do, and I can't get along with you I'm gon' go to top of page Praying on the old camp grounds
There is preaching tonight, preaching tonight.Preaching on the old camp grounds. There is preaching tonight, preaching tonight. Preaching on the old camp grounds. There is singing tonight, singing tonight. Singing on the old camp grounds. There is singing tonight, singing tonight. There is singing on the old camp grounds. There is moaning tonight, moaning tonight. Moaning on the old camp grounds. There is moaning tonight, moaning tonight. There is moaning on the old camp grounds. There is preaching tonight, preaching tonight. Preaching on the old camp grounds. There is preaching tonight, preaching tonight. Preaching on the old camp grounds. There is praying tonight, praying tonight. Praying on the old camp grounds. There is praying tonight, praying tonight. There is praying on the old camp grounds. go to top of page Richland's Woman Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtGimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo' Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone Come along young man, everything settin' right My husbands goin' away till next Saturday night Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone The red rooster said, "Cockle-doodle-do-do" The Richard's' woman said, "Any dude will do" Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go My wings sprouted out, and the preacher told me so Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone go to top of page Salty Dog
written by: Mississippi John Hurt(spoken: " Salty Dog ") Hey-hey, you salty dog Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog Said, the little fish, big fish swimmin' in the water Come back, man, and gimme my quarter Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog Said, the scaredest I ever was in my life Uncle Bud like to caught me kissin' his wife Hey-hey, you salty dog Says, God made woman, made 'em mighty funny The lips 'round her mouth, just as sweet as any honey Hey-hey, you salty dog Hey-hey, you salty dog Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog (spoken: Well!) Well, little fish, big fish swimmin' in the water Come back here, man, gimme my quarter Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog go to top of page See See Rider
written by: Mississippi John Hurt You see, see, rider, you see what you have done? You made me love you Made me love you, now your man done come You made me love you, now your man have come Ain't no more potatoes, the frost have killed the vine Well, the blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind You see, see, rider, you see what you done? You done made me love you You made me love you I've told you, baby and your mama told you, too "You're three times seven, you know what you wanna do, three times seven, you know what you wanna do, you're three times seven, you know what you wanna do" If I had-a listened to my second mind, Lord, I wouldn't -a been sittin' here and wringin' my hands and cryin' I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin' I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin' You see, see, rider, you see what you have done? You done made me love you You made me love you go to top of page Sliding Delta
The Sliding Delta run right by my door.Sliding Delta run right by my door. I'm going up the country, and baby don't you wanna go; I'm going up the country, baby don't you wanna go. I'm going up the country, I ain't coming back no more; I'm going up the country, and I ain't coming back no more; The big Kate Allen, got ways just like a man. It'll steal your baby everytime she lands. I said, "The big Kate Allen, got ways just like a man; Steal your baby everytime she lands." The Sliding Delta run right by my door. Sliding Delta run right by my door. My suitcase is packed, and my trunk's already gone. I can't sleep baby when the world is waitin' on. I said, I'm going up the country, don't you wanna go; Going up the country, and I ain't coming back na more. go to top of page Spider, Spider
It's a spider, it's a spider, crawling down the wall sweet mama.It's a spider, crawling down the wall. He's crawling like he's... I'm spider, I'm spider, crawling down the wall sweet mama. I'm a spider... Well I'm crawling like the drinking have it all. go to top of page Spike Driver Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtTake this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone Take this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone, I'm sure is gone This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, ain't gonna kill me It a long ways from East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, honey to my home It a long ways to East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, that where I'm going John Henry he left his hammer, layin' side the road, layin' side the road, layin' side the road John Henry he left his hammer, all over in red, all over in red, thats why I'm gone John Henry was a steel driving man, but he went down, but he went down, but he went down John Henry was a steel driving man, but he went down, but he went down, that's why I'm gone go to top of page Stack O'Lee Blues
written by: Mississippi John HurtPolice officer, how can it be? You can 'rest everybody but cruel Stack O' Lee That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee Billy de Lyon told Stack O' Lee, "Please don't take my life, I got two little babies, and a darlin' lovin' wife" That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee "What I care about you little babies, your darlin' lovin' wife? You done stole my Stetson hat, I'm bound to take your life" That bad man, cruel Stack O' Lee ...with the forty-four When I spied Billy de Lyon, he was lyin' down on the floor That bad man, oh cruel Stack O' Lee "Gentleman's of the jury, what do you think of that? Stack O' Lee killed Billy de Lyon about a five-dollar Stetson hat" That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee And all they gathered, hands way up high, at twelve o'clock they killed him, they's all glad to see him die That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee go to top of page Trouble I've had all my days
Trouble, had it all my days.Trouble, had it all my days. Seem like trouble, carry me to my grave. My momma told me, before I left her door. Lord, momma told me... Gonna have trouble, Son every where you go. Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days. Trouble, had it all my days. Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave. Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways. Lord, I wish my baby... Wish my baby, would stop her evil ways. Seems like trouble... Trouble, had it all my days. I believe trouble, gonna carry me to my grave. But tell me baby, what's the matter now. Baby, tell me what's a matter now. If your gonna quit your daddy anyhow. Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days. Trouble, had it all my days. Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave. I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'. ...couldn't keep from cryin'. The girl I love, she sure was on my mind. Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail. Police arrested me, put me in jail. I didn't have nobody, come and go my bail. Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days. Trouble, had it all my days. Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave. go to top of page All rights to lyrics included on this page belong to the artists and authors of the works |