Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door. . I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,.
Spoken "oh, Play that thing boy, I know you're blue". . Don't want no woman. That run around. Stay out in the street. And like a badfoot clown. You made me love you.
Now looka here mama let me tell you this. If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist. You might read from Revelations back to Genesee. But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me.
Mmmmm, Lawdy, lawdy, lawd. Mmmmm, Lawdy, lawdy, lawd. The woman I love treats me just like a dog. . I love you baby but your ways I just can't stand. I love you mama but your ways I just can't stand.
Down in Atlanta on Harris Street. Everybody that you meet. Can do that rag, called the Georgia Rag. . C'mon baby don't be slow. Put down that bottle. We're gonna go and do that Rag.
They got me 'cused for murder and I haven't even harmed a. Man. They got me 'cused for murder but I haven't even harmed a. Man. They got me charged with burglin' and I haven't even.
Tombstones is my pillow, cold grounds is my bed. Tombstones is my pillow, cold grounds is my bed. The blue skies is my blanket, and the moonlight is my spread.