She's Gone Blues

She's Gone Blues-Barbecue Bob (Robert Hicks)
Spanish tuning, with a slide

When you were down, sick down on your bed
When you were down, sick down on your bed
Know Bobby brought you your medicine, also brought you bread

You was up today, looking good again
You was up today, looking good again
I knock on your door, won't even let me in

But the sun's gon' shine, once more in my back door
But the sun's gon' shine, once more in my back door
It's true I love you, sweet mama, but you can't mistreat me no more

I was standing at the terminal, arms fold up and cried
I was standing at the terminal, arms fold up and cried
Cryin', "I wonder what train taken that brown of mine?"

Then I run to the telephone, took the receiver down
Then I run to the telephone, took the receiver down
I say, "Hello Central, give me Doctor Brown."

My baby looks for me at any old hour at night
My baby looks for me at any old hour at night
No matter when I goes there she never turn out all her light

Hmmm, hmmm, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hmmm, hmmm, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
You womens in Atlanta, treat these men like your dogs

Before this time, brown, maybe another year
I'll be up the country, drinkin' that cool canned beer

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