Got the Blues (2471‒2) Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

Well the blues come to Texas lopin′ like a mule
Well the blues come to Texas lopin' like a mule
You take a high brown woman, man she′s hard to fool

You can't ever tell what a woman's got on her mind
Man, you can′t tell what a woman′s got on her mind
You might think she's crazy about you, she′s leavin' you all the time

She ain′t so good lookin' and her teeth don′t shine like pearls
She ain't so good lookin' and her teeth don′t shine like pearls
But that nice disposition carries a woman all through the world


I′m goin' to the river, gonna carry my rocker chair
Well I′m goin' to the river, carry my rocker chair
Gonna ask that gal from Crowell, how′s the worried blues rest here
Gonna ask that gal from Crowell, how's the worried blues rest here
Gonna ask that gal from Crowell, how′s the worried blues rest here
Gonna ask that gal from Crowell, how's the worried blues rest here

I think I heard my good gal callin' my name
Hey hey, good gal call my name
She doesn′t call so loud but she calls so nice and plain

I was raised in Texas, was schooled in Tennessee
I was raised in Texas, schooled in Tennessee
And sugar you can′t make no fatmouth outa me

Sayin', woman acts funny, quits you for another man
Sayin′, a woman acts funny, quittin' you for another man
She ain′t gonna look at you straight but she's always raisin′ sand