Can't keep no brown, got ways like a child
Can't keep no brown, got ways like a child
'Cause she take the blues, don't care what train she ride
I woke up this morning, blues rushing round my bed
Thinkin' 'bout the kind words that my brown had said
Oh, says, "Dear I'm goin' away, ain't comin' back here no more."
You can't keep no brown, got ways like a child
Keep no brownie, got ways like a child
'Cause she takes these blues, don't care what train she ride
You can always tell, when she wants to throw you down
You can always tell, when she surely want to throw you down
Always got business, on the other side of town
Keep you worried, honey don't know what to do, honey babe
So lonesome, child, with the blues
Now I'm goin' up the Bee Line, honey, where they don't 'low you
Run, mama, sit down on my knee
Run, mama, sit down on my knee
I want to tell you, how you done mistreated poor me
I don't know, mama, but I expect I will
I don't know, mama, but I expect I will
Catch a long jumpin' Henry, go back 'cross the hill
I got a mother and father, live close to the sea
Got a mother and father, live close to the sea
I got a brother and a sister, wonder do they think of poor me