Furry’s Blues Songtext
von Furry Lewis

I believe I′ll buy me a graveyard of my own
Believe I'll buy me a graveyard of my own
I′m gonna kill everybody that have done me wrong

If you wanna go to Nashville, mens, ain't got no fare
Wanna go to Nashville, mens, ain't got no fare
Cut your good girl′s throat and the judge will send you there

I′m gonna get my pistol, forty rounds of ball
Get my pistol, forty rounds of ball
I'm gonna shoot my woman just to see her fall


I′d rather hear the screws on my coffin sound
I'd rather hear the screws on my coffin sound
Then to hear my good girl says, "I′m jumpin' down"

Get my pencil and paper, I′m gonna sit right down
Get my pencil and paper, I'm gonna sit right down
I'm gonna write me a letter back to Youngstown

This ain′t my home, I ain′t got no right to stay
This ain't my home, I ain′t got no right to stay
This ain't my home, must be my stoppin′ place

When I left my home, you would not let me be
When I left my home, you would not let me be
Wouldn't rest content until I come to Tennessee