Sagefield Woman Blues

All that little girl

What kind of little old girl are you?

All that little girl

What kind of little old girl are you?

Said you're acting so funny, mama

What do you want your papa to do?

Now, there ain't no need of

That you keep on raising sand

Ain't no need of

That you keep on raising sand

Lord, if you wanna quit me, mama

Don't you get you another man

Blues come down the alley

Made it up to my back door

Blues come down the alley

Made it up to my back door

I had the blues today, mama

Like I never had before

And I believe

I believe I'll dust my broom

I believe

I believe I'll dust my broom

So some of you lowdown robbers

Lord, you can have my room

Now when I'm gone, mama

The blues will follow you night and day

Now when I'm gone

The blues will follow you night and day

Said you gonna be sorry, mama

Lord, that you didn't beg me to stay