Blind Willie McTell — Lord Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down Can't spare you no angel, will spare you you a teasin' brown That new way of loving, swear to God it must be the best All these Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest There was a cry down on the corner, I wondered who could it be Poor thing was a women a-tryin' to get to me I went down to the shed, with my suitcase in my hand All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?" And my mother, she told me, when I was a boy playing mumble-pegs Don't drink no black cow's milk and don't eat no black hen's egg My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too I'm gonna hang round here to see what my babe gon' do (play it!) I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied When the men see me comin' they go to pinning their womens to their side About my loving, take it any time of day Now to get my right lovin', I'm going to Georgia right away [Spoken] Play it! Aw, sure is good! I got three woman, and they're yellow, brown and black Take the governor of Georgia to judge the one I like One is Atlanta yellow, another one Macon brown But the Statesboro darkskin will turn your damper down So bye bye mama, I'll see you some sweet day You'll be awful sorry you done Mr. Mac this-a-way