Taj Mahal
Album - 1968 - Debaser id 143468

I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk
I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk
I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
I'm going back to Memphis babe, where I'll have much better luck

Lookout Mama you know you asked me to be your King
She said you kiddin' man, if you want it, keep it hid
But please don't let my husband, my main man catch you here
Please don't let my main man, my husband catch you here

The blues are mushed up into three different ways
One said go the other two said stay
I woke up this mornin' with the blues three different ways
You know one say go, baby I want to hang up, the other two said stay

Wake up mama I got something to tell you
You know I'm a man who love to sing the blues
Now you got to wake up baby, mama now, I got something; I got something to tell you
Well you know I'm the man, oh yes and I love to sing the blues

Come on baby, come on

I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk, you know
I ain't see no blues or whiskey made me sloppy drunk
I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
I go home baby and I lay down on the lawn

EZ Rider, Oh you ez rider
Baby don't you see what you done done
You done gone and left me, while I lay sleepin'
Baby now you know your natural man done come
Baby now you know your natural man done come
I'm going to the country, Yes I'm goin' to the country
Yes I'm goin' to stay there, for a little while
You know I ain't good lookin', but don't let that deceive you
I talk about you like you sweet mama like you was a sweet angel child
Talk about you like you was an angel child
When you see me comin'
Baby when you see me comn'
Won't you tell that old man, (something….)
You know I ain't no stranger to you baby
I been in your sweet lovin' arms before
Baby you know I've been in your sweet lovin' arms before
Hey rider, hey….(something, something)
Woman where you been, where you been all night.
You know your hair's all tanged, and your dress is all messy
And the shoes you got on baby, you ain't got your shoes on right
Baby you ain't got your shoes on right

[Elmore James]

I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin'
I believe I'll
dust my broom
I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin'
I believe I'll dust my broom
I quit the best girl I'm lovin',
now my friends can get in my room
I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
If I don't find her in Mississippi,
she be in East Monroe I know
And I don't want no woman,
wants every downtown man she meets
No I don't want no woman,
wants every downtown man she meets
Man, she's a no good
doney
they shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah
I believe, I believe my time ain't long
I believe, I believe my time ain't long
I ain't gonna leave my baby,
and break up my happy home