Hollerin' good mornin', I said blues how do you do?
Hollerin' good mornin', I said blues how do you do?
Doin' mighty well this mornin', can't get along with you
How can I do right baby, when you won't do right yourself?
How can I do right baby, when you won't do right yourself?
Lord if my good gal quits me, well I don't want nobody else
Now you can read out your hymn book, preach out your bible, fall down on your knees and pray, the good Lord 'll help you
'Cause you gonna need, you gonna need my help some day
Mama if you can't quit your sinnin', please quit your low down ways
Says I woke up this mornin', and I looked outdoors
Says I know my mamlish milk cow, pretty mama, Lord by the way she lows
Lord if you see my milk cow, buddy, please drive her home
Said I ain't had no milk and butter mama, Lord since my cow been gone
Says my blues fell this mornin', and my love come fallin' down
Says my blues fell this mornin', and my love come fallin' down
Says I'll be your low down dog mama, but please don't dog me around
Takes a rockin' chair to rock, mama, a rubber ball to roll
Takes a little teasin' brown, pretty mama, just to pacify my soul
Lord I don't feel welcome, any place I go
'Cause the woman I love mama, have done drove me from her door
