Roberta Blues - Lil' Son Jackson
Well, yond' come Roberta, got a hundred all in her hand (2)
She said, "Good morning, Judge, you know I've come to get my man"
Well, the judge turned around and he commenced to chewin' his cud
You know, the judge turned around, boys, and he commenced to chewin' his cud
He said, "A hundred, Roberta, won't do your man no good"
Well, they brought me coffee, oh man, they brought me tea
Well, they brought me coffee, don't you know, they brought me tea
Well, they brought me everything, oh man, but that jailhouse key
When I leave Roberta, well, she laid and cried all night (2)
You know, I know that she love me, but I just can't treat her right
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