Squabblin' Blues

My baby done quit me, talk's all over, I say, town

Baby done quit me, talk's all over town

And I'm too good a man for her to let that talk go 'round

And these big Jack Frosts, said it sure gwanna tear you down

Now mister mister, please to spare my, I mean, life

Mister mister, please to spare my life

I got four little chillun, I got one little bald-head wife

Now if I should die, state of Arkan, I said, sas

'F I should die in the state of Arkansas

I want you to send my body home to my mother-in-law

Said if she don't want it, say, give it to my ma

Said if my ma don't want it, say, give it to my pa

Said if my pa don't want it, say, give it to Aunt Mary Lee

Said if Aunt Mary don't want it, say, give it to my used-to-be

Said if she don't want it, say, cast it in the sea

Maybe these women in Greenville'll stop squabblin' over me

Then I won't be worried with these blues no, I say, more

Won't be worried with these blues no more

Said it's train time now, said I reckon I better go