Bad Luck Blues - Blind Lemon Jefferson

I wanna go home and I ain’t got sufficient clothes

Doggone my bad luck soul

Wanna go home and I ain’t got sufficient clothes

I mean sufficient, talking about clothes

Well, I wanna go home, but I ain’t got sufficient clothes

I bet my money and I lost it, Lord, it’s so Doggone my bad luck soul

Mmm, lost it, ain’t it so?

I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now

I’ll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more

Mama, I can’t gamble, son, why don’t you quit tryin'?

Doggone my bad luck soul

Mmm, why don’t you quit tryin'?

Why don’t you quit, I mean tryin'?

That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine

Sugar, you catch the Katy, I’ll catch that Santa Fe Doggone my bad luck soul

Sugar, you catch that Katy and I’ll catch that Santa Fe I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me The woman I love’s 'bout five feet from the ground

Doggone my bad luck soul

Hey, five feet from the ground

Five feet from the, I mean ground

She’s a tailor-made woman, she ain’t no hand-me-down

I ain’t seen my sugar in three long weeks today

Doggone my bad luck soul

I ain’t seen my sugar, three long weeks today

Three long weeks to, I mean day, girl

It’s been so long, seems like my heart’s gonn' break

I’m gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe Doggone my bad luck soul

Mmm, Lord, that Santa Fe I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe Be on my way to what they call lovin' Tennessee