Dave Van Ronk — Statesboro Blues

Ahh, wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low Yeah, wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to drive Big Dave from your door My mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild My mama died and left me reckless, papa died and left me wild I ain't good lookin', but I'm some sweet angel's child You're murdering me, woman, cheating me this way You're murdering me, woman, cheating me this way I'm gonna leave you, pretty mama, I'm going to stay I once loved a woman better than I've ever seen I once loved a woman better than I've ever seen Treated me like I was a king and she was a dog gone queen Aww, Big Eighty left the South and, boy, she didn't stop; you ought to see that colored fireman when he got that boiler hot You can reach in the corner, mama, and hand me my travelin' shoes You can tell by that Big Dave has got the Statesboro Blues Well, mama tell your pop, papa tell your sister, well, your sister tell your aunt, aunt tell your uncle Well, your uncle tell your friend, friend tell your cousin; well, I'm goin' to the country, mama, don't you wanna go? I may take you and I may take four or five more Aw, mama's got em, papa's got em, well, your sister's got em, brother's got em Well, friend's got em, I got em; well, I woke up this mornin' and had those Statesboro Blues I looked over the corner, gram and grandpa had them too Ahh, wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low Ahh, wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low Have you got the nerve to drive Big Dave from your door