Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low Won't you wake up momma, turn your lamp down low Do you have the nerve to drive me from your door?
I said that gater left Savannah, Lord, it could not stop You should have seen that colored farmer when he got that boiler hot Reach over in the corner mama, won't you hand me my travelling shoes Well Lord, my god, I got them Statesboro blues
Well, my momma died and left me reckless My poppa died and left me wild, wild, wild Well my mama died and left me reckless Papa died and left me wild See I ain't good looking but I'm someone's angel child
I said Mama tell your Papa Papa tell your sister Sister tell your uncle We're going up the country Wouldn't you like to go? We're going to do one for background Then do two or three more
I said that gater left Savannah, Lord, it could not stop You should have seen that colored farmer when he got that boiler hot Reach over in the corner mama, won't you hand me my travelling shoes Well Lord, my god, I got them Statesboro blues Yeah Lord, my god, I got me them Statesboro blues...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
