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