Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel
Feel like a broke down engine, Mama, ain't got no drivin' wheel
You all been down and lonesome, you know how a poor man feels
I been shooting craps and gambling, Mama, and I done got broke
I been shooting craps and gambling, Honey, and I done got broke
I done pawned my pistol, Mama, my best clothes been sold
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
I went down in my praying ground and fell on bended knees
I went down in my praying ground and fell on bended knees
I ain't crying for no religion, Lordy, give me back my good girl please
If you give me back my baby, I won't worry you no more
If you give me my baby, I won't worry you no more
You anit got to put her in my house, Lordy, only lead her to my door
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Don't you hear me, Baby, rappin' on your door?
Don't you hear your daddy, rappin' on your door?
Now you hear me tappin', tappin' across your floor
Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no drivers at all
Feel like a broke down engine, Mama, ain't got no drive at all
What makes me love my woman? She can really do the Georgia crawl
Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
Lord, Lordy, Lordy, Lord
Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no whistle or bell
Feel like a broke down engine, ain't got no whistle or bell
If you's a real hot mama, drive away daddy's weeping spell
And I won't be back no more, Baby
Delia
Delia, Delia, how can it be?
Say you love those rounders and don't love me
Now she's one more rounder gone
Delia, Delia sitting all alone
Some of your old rounders gonna pay my way back home
'Cause she's one more rounder gone
Sitting on the housetop, high as I can see
Say you love those rounders and don't love me
But she's one more rounder gone
Delia's poor mother took a trip out West
When she returned, little Delia was lyin' in rest
Well, she's one more rounder gone
Delia's mother weeped, Delia's father moaned
They wouldn't have hated it so bad if that child had died at home
But she's all I got and gone
Delia was a gambler, wondered all around
She was one girl never let the deal go down
But she's one more rounder gone
Rubber-tired buggy, double-seated hack
Took little Delia to the cemetary but failed to bring her back
Well she's one more rounder gone
Delia was a gambler, wondered all around
She was one girl never let the deal go down
But she's one more rounder gone
Kenny lookin' high, Kenny lookin' low
Shot poor Delia down with that hated .44
Well, she's one more rounder gone
Delia, Delia, wouldn't take no one's advice
Last words I heard her say was, "Jesus Christ!"
Well, she's one more rounder gone
Kenny's in the barroom, drinking from a silver cup
Delia's in the graveyard, may not never wake up
Well, she's one more rounder gone
Judge said to Kenny, "What was that fuss about?"
"On account of them gamblers trying to put me out!"
Well, she's one more rounder gone
Judge said to Kenny, "I'm gonna tell you the natural fact:
You going to wait in jail till Delia come back"
Well, that's one more rounder gone
Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues
Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day
He used crooked cards and dice
Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold like ice
Jesse was a wild reckless gambler
Won a gang of change
Altho' a many gambler's heart he led in pain
Began to spend a-loose his money
Began to be blue, sad and all alone
His heart had even turned to stone
What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
Boys I got to die today
He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
Here are the words he had to say:
Guess I ought to know
Exactly how I wants to go
(How you wanna go, Jesse?)
Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let 'em be veiled down in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard, bubba
And eight men comin back
I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side
Crooked card printed on my hearse
Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone curse
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade
I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues
Sixteen real good crapshooters
Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song
Sixteen racket men gamblin'
Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along
He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a South Bell
29 women outta North Atlanta
Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell
His head was achin', heart was thumpin'
Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin'
Folks, don't be standin' around ol' Jesse cryin'
He wants everybody to do the charleston whilst he dyin'
One foot up, a toenail dragging
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
Come here mama with that can of booze
The dyin crapshooter's - leavin' the world
The dyin' crapshooter's - goin' down slow
With the dyin' crapshooter's blues
Lord, Send Me An Angel
Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down
Can't spare you no angel, I'll spare you you a teasin' brown
That new way of loving, swear to God it must be the best
All these Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest
There was a cry down on the corner, I wondered who could it be
Oh see, was the womens tryin' to get to me
Went down to the shed, with my suitcase in my hand
All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?"
And my mother, she told me, when I was a boy playing mama begged
Don't drink no black cow milk and don't eat no black hen's egg
My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too
I'm gonna hang round here to see what my babe gon' do
I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied
When the men see me comin' they go to pinning their women to their side
About my loving, take it any time of day
Now to get my right lovin', I'm going to Georgia right away
I got three women, and they're yellow, brown and black
Take the governor of Georgia to judge the one I like
One then's Atlanta yellow, another one Macon brown
But the Statesboro darkskin will turn your damper down
So bye bye mama, I'll see you some sweet day
You'll be awful sorry you drove your McTell away
Southern Can Is Mine
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
Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me
Cause your southern can is mine
Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
You might take it from the south you might carry it up north
But understand you can't rule or either be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
(in the morning)
Your southern can belongs to me
(I'm not dreamin)
Your southern can belongs to me
Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin
Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands
Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence
Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
(every bit of it)
Southern can belongs to me
Get me a brick out of my backyard
Give you the devil if you get kinda hard
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me cryin)
Southern can belongs to me
Spank it a little bit, boy
(guitar run)
Ah, your southern can is mine
Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town
Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down
Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me
Because your southern can belongs to me
(I'm talkin to ya)
Your southern can belongs to me
You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound
I'll make your can moan like a hound
Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me
Because your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
Southern can belongs to me
(Guitar run)
Oh spank it like that
The way Ruthie Mae likes it
Cause your southern can is mine
Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red
What I said get your grandma dead
Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me
Cause your southern can is mine
You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce
I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can belongs to me
(every bit of it)
Southern can belongs to me
(Guitar run.)
Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
Your southern can belongs to me
Might twiddle like a tadpole
Let it jump like a frog
Every time I hit it you'll holler
God oh God
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
Southern can belongs to me
Now play it a little bit, just whup it
Aww shucks. Play that thing boy
Southern can belo-ongs to me
Statesboro Blues
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low
Have you got the nerve to drive Papa McTell from your door?
My mother died and left me reckless, my daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild
Mother died and left me reckless, Daddy died and left me wild, wild, wild
No, I'm not good lookin' but I'm some sweet woman's angel child
She's a mighty mean woman, to do me this a-way
She's a mighty mean woman, to do me this a-way
When I leave this town, pretty mama, I'm going away to stay
I once loved a woman, better than any I'd ever seen
I once loved a woman, better than any I'd ever seen
Treat me like I was a king and she was a dog-gone queen
Sister, tell your Brother, Brother tell your Auntie
Now Auntie, tell your Uncle, Uncle tell my Cousin, now Cousin tell my friend
Goin' up the country, Mama, don't you want to go?
May take me a fair brown, may take one or two more
Big Eighty left Savannah, Lord, and did not stop
You ought to saw that colored fireman when he got them boiler hot
You can reach over in the corner, Mama, and hand me my travelin' shoes
You know by that, I've got them Statesboro blues
Mama, Sister got 'em, Auntie got 'em
Brother got 'em, friends got 'em, I got 'em
Woke up this morning, we had them Statesboro blues
I looked over in the corner, Grandma and Grandpa had 'em too