Booster Blues Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

Honey, my left foot itchin′, somethin's goin′ on wrong
My right foot itchin' mean I just can't be here long

I thought I′d write, but it′s the best to telephone
I say I thought I would write, it's best to telephone
For that fast mail train can carry your sugar so far from home

Girl, I can′t live right, I ain't gon′ try no more
Well, I can't live right, ain′t gon' try no more
This woman's left town and she ain′t comin′ back no more

I went to the depot and I set my suitcase down
Well I went to the depot and set my suitcase down
I thought about my baby and the tears come rollin' down


I said, "Ticket Agent, how long is your train been gone?"
Oh, I said, "Ticket Agent, how long′s your train been gone?"
Say, "Yonder go the train that your fair brown left here on"

I couldn't buy no ticket but I walked on through the door
I couldn′t buy me no ticket but I walked on through the door
Well my baby's left town, she ain′t comin' here no more

I got up this mornin', my sho′ enough on my mind
I say, I got up this mornin′ with my sho' enough on my mind
Had to raise a conversation with the landlady to keep from cryin′

Excuse me, woman, I won't say this no more
I say excuse me, woman, I won′t say this no more
I'm fixin to leave town and hang crepe on your door