INTRO
Lord, it was January eleven, Lord, it was nineteen-hundred and forty-nine
Lord, it was January eleven, Lord, it was nineteen-hundred and forty-nine
My woman left me, I declare, was almost blind
SOLO
I said, I love my baby, but my baby won't behave
I says, I love my baby, but my baby won't behave (Spoken: What you gonna do, Luther?)
I'm gonna get me a hard-shootin' pistol, Lord, and put her down in her grave
SOLO (Spoken: Play the blues)