Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door?
Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin, had them Statesboro blues. Looked over in the corner, well my baby had 'em too.
Mama died and left me reckless, Papa died and left me wild, I ain't good lookin baby, but I'm someone's sweet angel child. Going to the country, baby do you want to go? I know if you can't make it, your sister Lucille say she wanta go.
You know I loved that woman better than any woman I'd ever seen. Yes I loved that woman better than any woman I'd ever seen. She treat me like a king, I treat her like she was a doggone Queen.
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive papa Taj from your door?
Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door?
Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin, had them Statesboro blues. Looked over in the corner, well my baby had 'em too.
Mama died and left me reckless, Papa died and left me wild, I ain't good lookin baby, but I'm someone's sweet angel child. Going to the country, baby do you want to go? I know if you can't make it, your sister Lucille say she wanta go.
You know I loved that woman better than any woman I'd ever seen. Yes I loved that woman better than any woman I'd ever seen. She treat me like a king, I treat her like she was a doggone Queen.
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive papa Taj from your door?
Now looka here mama let me tell you this If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist You might read from Revelations back to Genesee But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me Cause your southern can is mine Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail Soon as I get out, hit the ground Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me Cause your southern can is mine You might take it from the south you might carry it up north But understand you can't rule or either be my boss Take it from the east, hide it in the west When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest. Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me Cause your southern can is mine (in the morning) Your southern can belongs to me (i'm not dreamin) Your southern can belongs to me. Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin, Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands. Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me Cause your southern can is mine (every bit of it) Southern can belongs to me Get me a brick out of my backyard Give you the devil if you get kinda hard Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can is mine (you hear me cryin) Southern can belongs to me Spank it a little bit, boy.
(guitar run)
Ah, your southern can is mine. Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down. Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me, Because your southern can belongs to me (I'm talkin to ya) Your southern can belongs to me. You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound I'll make your can moan like a hound Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me Because your southern can is mine (you hear me talkin) Southern can belongs to me.
(Guitar run)
Oh spank it like that. The way Ruthie Mae likes it.
Cause your southern can is mine. Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red What I said get your grandma dead. Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me Cause your southern can is mine You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can belongs to me (every bit of it) Southern can belongs to me.
(Guitar run.)
Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing.
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can is mine (you hear me talkin) Your southern can belongs to me. Might twiddle like a tadpole Let it jump like a frog Every time I hit it you'll holler God oh God Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey Cause your southern can is mine (you hear me talkin) Southern can belongs to me. Now play it a little bit, just whup it. Aww shucks. Play that thing boy. Southern can belo-ongs to me.
You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea But mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me I followed my baby from the station to the train And the blues came down like night and showered me
I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying I told her, she had a home just as long as I had mine I've got two women and you can't tell them apart
I've got one in my bosom and one I got in my heart The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me
I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone Take my advice, let these married women be 'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree
When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule That's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow
Lord, oh Lord Lordy, Lordy, Lord Oh Lordy Lord Lord, Lord, Lord
When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else
You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea But mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me I followed my baby from the station to the train And the blues came down like night and showered me
I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying I told her, she had a home just as long as I had mine I've got two women and you can't tell them apart
I've got one in my bosom and one I got in my heart The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me
I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone Take my advice, let these married women be 'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree
When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule That's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow
Lord, oh Lord Lordy, Lordy, Lord Oh Lordy Lord Lord, Lord, Lord
When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else