Lord, oh Lord
I told her, she had a home just as long as I had mine
I followed my baby from the station to the train
I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now
'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree
I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying
But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone
I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right
Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow
Take my advice, let these married women be
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else
That's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else
When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself
I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born
I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule
Lord, Lord
I've got one in my bosom and one I got in my heart
I've got two women and you can't tell them apart
Lordy, Lordy, Lord
When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself
And the blues came down like night and showered me
And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me
The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee
Lord, Lord, Lord
Oh Lordy Lord
