Sagefield Woman Blues

Hollerin' little girl, what kind of little old girl are you?

Hollerin' 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 raisin' sand

Ain't no need of, that you keep on raisin' 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 your 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