Blind Willie McTell — Writing Paper Blues

I wrote you a letter, mama Put it in your front yard I wrote you a letter Put it in your front yard I would love to come to see you But your good man's got me barred You wrote me a letter To come back the Newport noon You wrote me a letter, mama Come back the Newport noon To leave the town And don't spread the news I wrote you a letter, mama Sent you a telegram I wrote you a letter, mama Sent you a telegram Not to meet me in Memphis But meet me in Birmingham Um, hear me weep and moan Um, hear me weep and moan Honey, hear my pleading Hear me grieve and groan Ah, if I could get me One more drink of booze If I could get me One more drink of booze I guess it would ease these ol' writin' paper blues I caught a freight train special My mama caught a passenger behind Caught a freight train special My mama caught a passenger behind Said, "You can't quit me, papa There ain't no need in tryin'"