Bootin’ Me ’Bout Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

I′ve got a brownskin mama, she's built right to the ground
Got a brownskin mama, built right to the ground
When I goes to her house, old man starts to bootin′ me around

Now, he must've think his gal, is made of purest gold
Must've believed his gal, is made of purest gold
Don′t want her to go near no man, pretty soon she′ll be too old


Hey, hey, mister, you must be losin' your mind
Hey, mister, you must be losin′ your mind
Everybody's got to have a little bit of lovin′ some time

Her father told me, for to not to come back no more
I say her father told me, for to not to come back no more
If I catch you here, I'm gonna boot you through the door

I love my little brownskin, she′s so young and green
I say I love my brownskin, she's so young and green
The old man's the bootin′est thing, that I most ever seen

I got to find me a scheme to get my gal all to herself
I got to find a scheme to get my gal all to herself
′Cause I'm a fool about that woman, don′t want nobody else