Lord, Send Me an Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down Can't spare you no angel, I'll send you a teasing brown That new way of loving, swear it must be the best These Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest There was a cry on the corner, went to see what it could be Must be some women, trying to get the best of me Went down to the sheriff, suitcase in my hand All the women run crying, saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?" My baby studying evil and I'm studying evil too Gonna hang round here to see what my baby gon' do I can't be trusted and I can't be satisfied When the men see me coming, they go pin their womens to their side Love my loving, like to get it any time of day To get my right loving, I'm going to south Georgia right away I got three womens, yellow, brown and black Take the governor of Georgia to judge which one I like One woman's Atlanta yellow, the other is Macon brown But the Statesboro blacksking will turn your damper1 down So bye, bye, baby, I'll see you some sweet day And you'll be sorry you drove your man away