Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low You got no nerve, baby, to turn Uncle John from your door I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them, too Well, my momma died and left me My poppa died and left me I ain’t good-looking, baby But I’m somewhat sweet and kind I’m going to the country, baby, do you want to go? But if you can’t make it, baby, your sister Lucille said she want to go (And I sure will take her) I love that woman, better than any woman I’ve ever seen Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I’ve ever seen Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah, and she look like a doggone queen Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low Wake up, momma, turn your lamp down low You got no nerve, baby, to turn Uncle John from your doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
