Texty: Son House. My Black Mama, Pt 2.

I solemnly swear, Lord I raise my right hand
That I'm gonna get me a woman you get you another man
I solemnly swear, Lord I raise my right hand
That I'm gonna get me a woman, babe you get you another man

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
Oh hurry hurry, the gal you love is dead
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
Oh hurry hurry, the gal you love is dead

I grabbed my suitcase, I took off up the road
I got there she was laying on the cooling board
I grabbed my suitcase, I took off up the road
Oh, when I got there she was laying on the cooling board

Well,I walked up close I looked down in her face
Good old girl got to lay here till judgement day
I walked up close and I looked down in her face
Yes, the good old girl got to lay here till judgement day

(Aw, sure now. I'm feelin' low down this evenin')

Oh, my woman so black she stays apart of this town
Can't nothing go when the poor girl is around
My black mama stays apart of this town
Oh, can't nothing go when the poor girl is around

Oh, some people tell me the worried blues aint bad
It's the worst old feeling that I ever had
Some people tell me the worried blues aint bad
But it's the worst old feeling, Lord I ever had

Mmm,I fold my arms and I walked away
That's alright mama, your trouble will come some day
I fold my arms, Lord I walked away
Yeah, that's alright mama, your trouble will come some day