NOTE: The song may be intended to be called "Weeping Willah Blues, for a bird with a mournful cry. Spanish tuning with a slide.
Mama, it's true that I love you, I'll try to treat you right
Mama, it's true that I love you, and I tries to treat you right
But the rule you've got me in now, aw, it's 'most too tight
When I step out at night, you know I don't mean no wrong
When I step out at night, you know I don't mean no wrong
When I come back in, I been treatin' you wrong
You's tellin' me that you were the doctor, you want me that I go to bed
You's tellin' me that you were the doctor, you want me that I go to bed
You 'clared you catch me stealin', you gon' kill me dead
Mmmm mmm mmmm mm mm
Mmmm mmm mmmm mm mm
Mama, it's true that I love you but you don't act right at all
Make you weep like a willow, moan like a turtle dove
Make you weep like a willow, moan like a turtle dove
Well, life ain't worth living if you ain't with the one you love