Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
Blind Lemon Jefferson
[Verse 1]
Well the blues come to Texas, lopin' like a mule
Well the blues come to Texas, lopin' like a mule
You take a high brown woman, man, she's hard to fool
[Verse 2]
You can't ever tell what a woman's got on her mind
Man, you can't tell what a woman's got on her mind
You might think she's crazy 'bout you, she's leavin' you all the time
[Verse 3]
I got up this mornin' with the blues all 'round my bed
Hey, hey, blues all 'round my bed
I was fixin' to eat my breakfast, and the blues all in my bread
[Verse 4]
You can always tell when a woman's gonna put you down
You can always tell when a woman's gon' put you down
Some [?] man is always fiddlin' 'round
[Verse 5]
Well, love my good gal better than a farmer likes his Jersey cow
I say I love my good gal better than a farmer likes his Jersey cow
Been tryin' to quit the woman two years, but man, I don't know how
[Verse 6]
I'm goin' to the river, walk down 'bout the sea
I mean I'm goin' to the river, I'm gon' walk down 'bout the sea
I caught them tadpoles and minnows arguin' over me
[Verse 7]
I done told you, mama, ain't gon' tell you no more
I done told you, mama, ain't gon' tell you no more
The next time I talk with you, I'll hang crepe on your door
Got The Blues (1053) was written by Blind Lemon Jefferson.