Blind Joe Reynolds - Third Street Woman Blues | Текст песни

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• Third Street Woman Blues

1930

Mmmmm, where my Third Street woman now?
Mmmmm, where my Third Street woman now?
But the way she treat me, that's the coldest stuff in town

Don't like my . . .tck . . . chick'n. . .
I et so much of chicken 'til I heard her cluckin' in my sleep
I et so much of chicken 'til I heard her cluckin' in my sleep
I got . . . Don't like my 'tatoes, mama, please don't dig so deep

Mmmmmm, I got a . . . she's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bones
She's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bones
And every time she shake it, Lord, a hustlin' woman lose her home

She got somethin' that the men call a stingeree
She got somethin' that the men call a stingeree
Four o'clock every mornin', she turn it loose on me

Mmmmmm, where my Third Street woman gone?
Mmmmmm, where my Third Street woman gone?
B'lieve to my soul she will hustle everywhere but home

If you can't do my rollin', mama, you can't spend your change
If you can't do my rollin', mama, you can't spend my change

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