Long Lonesome Blues (2472-1) - Blind Lemon Jefferson

Well the blues come to Texas, loping like a mule

You take a high brown woman, man she’s hard to fool

You can’t never tell, what a woman’s got on her mind

You might think she’s crazy about you, but she leaving

you all the time

Ain’t so good‑looking, your teeth don’t shine like

pearls

But that nice disposition, carry a woman all through the

world

I’m going to the river, going to carry my rocking chair

Going to ask that gal for a, how the worried blues

left here

I think I heard, my good gal call my name

She couldn’t call so loud, but she calls so nice and

plain

I was raised in Texas, schooled in Tennessee

High‑stepper you can’t make, no fatmouth out of me Can’t a woman act funny, quit you for another man

Can’t go look down the street, but she’s always raising

sand