Pat Conte's Transcription of a non English speakers version of Robert Johnson's 32-20
Got a safe for my baby, not a thing to do
If I fit it for my bay bee, not a thing to do.
Or the undertaker hops ring, she might can sell her ' do./
I may be zero, Pharisee loom, adieu
If she guess a rule, hey, far i see too-ra-loo.
Take my thirty-dirty two tents and have the catsup hair foot , too./
She got a fetish fish, fashion feelers most too light
She got a fat fat face, she fast fear his moist dew light
I got a sax to send now, man the capsule right./
if i finish for my baby, that a thing to do
on river bed heart sprigs she might cut herself anew./
i may chew my pistil, gal shoot my gal in goo
you may meal it , nigh you will have cold/
aw, baby way you say less night
you got a ewe hat dangling - you got a cookie right
i've a perfect fish-but her shit is foul, well
i got sense of acceptance now it's for burning./
if i fake it for my baby ,manna thin to do
oh the river tied whisks -shhhh- might cut herself anew/
hey hey baby where you say lass nigh
you didn't be that corrupt til the son was shining blight/
ah, boy i just can't can't take my left
with this certain toots sensing, i've a number rest.
