Church Bells Blues

Says, ooh
My father had ’em, my sister had ’em
My auntie had ’em, my mother died with ’em
Woke up this mornin’
The family had the weary blues
And the people over in the corner
Poor, old grand mammy had ’em, too

I did more for you woman
Way last winter,
late in the fall Man, when I *skuffer through the summer
I did more for you woman (sho’ admit it)
Than the Good Lord had ever done (you did, you did)
Carry you downtown, bought you good hair, the Lord hadn’t give you none

Solo

You better stop demanding woman
Don’t eat my meat
Drinkin’ my wine
Spend all my money
You better stop your gall
Bum from drinking all of my gin
You gonna run over some-a these mornings
Papa swear you can’t get in.

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*skuffer – when you suffer, struggle & skraggle, all at the same time!