32-20 Blues Lyrics - Genius Of The Blues - Robert Johnson

If I send for my baby, and she don't come 

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come 

All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none 

And if she gets unruly, thinks she don't wan' do 

If she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do 

Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two 

She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light 

She got a .38 special but I believe it's most too light 

I got a 32-20, got to make the caps alright 

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come 

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come 

All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none 

I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my gatling gun 

I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my gatling gun 

You made me love you, now your man have come 

Ah-oh, baby, where you stayed last night? 

Ah-ah, baby, where you stayed last night? 

You got your hair all tangled and you ain't talking right 

Her .38 special, boys, it do very well 

Her .38 special, boys, it do very well 

I got a 32-20 now, and it's a-burning 

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come 

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come 

All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none 

Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? 

Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night? 

You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright 

Ah-oh boy, I just can't take my rest 

Ah-oh boy, I just can't take my rest 

With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast