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Good Lord, Good Lord send me an angel down Can't spare no angel will spare you a teasin' brow Well that new way of loving, swear to god it must be best For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest! There's a crowd on the corner, wonder what could it be? One thang but the women just tryin to get to me. I went down to the station..suitcase in my hand all the women run cryin Mr.Jack won't you be my man? Well there was three women..yellow, brown, and black Take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like One of em' hamtramak yellow One of em' Detroit brown but the soutwest darkskin sure to turn my damper down "Why ticket agent, ticket agent where did my baby go?" "Tell me what she looks like, i'll tell you what road she's on." "Well she's a long, tall mama a mile 1/2 from the ground... she's a taylor man mama and she ain't no hand-me-down." Why I use to say..Married Women..Sweetest Women EVER BORN! You better change that theory..better leave married women alone. Take my advice..let married women..boy let em' be! cuz' their husband will grab ya..beat your ragged ass to cedar tree I got two women....you can't tell em' apart! I got one in my bosom and the other one's in my heart Well that one, in my bosom, she live in Tennessee But that one in my heart..well she don't give a darn for me. Im a tell you, pretty mama, exactly who i am. When i walk in that front door and hear that back door slam!
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