Mr. McTell Got The Blues (1) - Blind Willie McTell

I’m leaving town: baby going to leave my home

I’m going: where honey I’m better known

I walk these blocks: I got to buy me some shoes

That’s the reason why: Mr McTell got the blues

Got drunk last night: mama and the night before

And if luck don’t change: Mr McTell won’t get drunk no more

Cigarettes is my ruin: whiskey is my crave

Some of these nice‑looking women: going to take me to my

grave