Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Harlem Hamfats
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Oh Red, wish you were dead
Oh Red, wish you were dead
I'm sick and tired of rubbing my baby's head
Oh Red, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Red, whatcha gonna do?
I'm sick and tired, just been tired of you
Oh Red, Baby .......
Oh Red, Baby .......
She ain't got nobody, coming ......
Oh Red, she's our ......
Oh Red, she's our ......
She ain't got no one, care her dirty clothes
Oh Red, she's alright
Oh Red, she's alright
..................and we hang and fight
Oh Red, all over now
Oh Red, all over now
Didn't have no right, red no hell no how
Written by: Sonny Boy Williamson I