Matchbox Blues Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

How far to the river, mama, walk down by the sea
How far to the river, walk down by the sea
I got those tadpoles and minnows all in over me

Standing here wonderin′ will a matchbox hold my clothes
I'se sittin here wonderin′ will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got so many matches but I got so far to go


Lord, Lord, who may your manager be?
Hey, mama, who may your manager be?
Reason I ask so many questions, can't you make arrangements for me?

I got a girl cross town she crochet all the time
I got a girl cross town crochet all the time
Mama if you don′t quit crochet-in you gunna lose your mind.

I wouldn′y mind marryin', but I can′t stand settlin' down
I don′t mind marryin', but Lord, settlin′ down
I'm gonna act like a preacher so I can ride from town to town

Well, I'm leavin′ town, but that won′t make me stay
I leavin' town, cryin′ won't make me stay
Baby, the more you cry, the farther you drive me away