Bad Luck Blues
Bad Luck Blues(3090-2) – Blind Lemon Jefferson
Chicago c. December 1926, Pm 12443
C position pitched at C#
I wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes,
- doggone my bad luck soul.
Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes.
- I mean sufficient, talkin' about clothes,
Well, I wanna go home, but I ain't got sufficient clothes.
I bet my money, and I lost it, Lord, it's so,
- doggone my bad luck soul.
Mmm, lost it, ain't it so.
- I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now,
I'll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more.
"Mama, I can't gamble." "Lemon, why don't you quit tryin'?"
- Doggone my bad luck soul.
"Mmm, why don't you quit tryin'?
- Why don't you quit, I mean tryin'?"
That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine.
Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch that Santa Fe,
- doggone my bad luck soul.
Sugar, you can catch the Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe.
- I mean Santy, speakin' about Fe,
When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me.
The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground,
- doggone my bad luck soul.
Hey, five feet from the ground.
- Five feet from the, I mean ground,
She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down.
I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today,
- doggone my bad luck soul.
I ain't seen my sugar, three long weeks today.
- Three long weeks to - I mean day, girl,
It's been so long, seems like my heart's gon' break.
I'm gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe,
- doggone my bad luck soul.
Mmm, Lord, that Santa Fe.
- I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe,
Be on my way to what they call lovin' Tennessee.
