Bad Luck Blues Lyrics - Singles - 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