INTRO
For now it's loving's, really, really wor-worryin' me, Lord, wor-worryin' me
Lovin', it's really wor-worryin' me, hmmm-hmmm-mmm
And that cruel-hearted lovin', it's gonna be the death of me, hmmm-hmmm-mmm
Prison, sure don't wanta make it my home, Lord, make it my home
Prison, sure don't want to make it my home
I'm a good-hearted poor boy, just a long way from home
Tell me cruel-hearted, mama, what's on your hard-hearted mind, Lord, hard-hearted mind
Tell me cruel-hearted, mama, what's on your hard-hearted mind
Says you keep me in trouble, so worried and bothered, all the time
And I love my, little baby, tell you just how I know it, Lord, just how I know
I love my, little baby, tell you just how I know
I will worry if I mistreated poor her, baby in the fro-host and snow
And it's blues, woke me for my telephone, Lord, my telephone
Blue blues, woke me for my telephone
I got a long dist' call, my baby, "Daddy, I ain't comin' back home."
The two women I'm, lovin' deep the bottom my heart, Lord, the bottom my heart
Two women I'm, lovin' deep the bottom my heart
That's one in Cincinnati, Marika Wise that broke my heart
Tell me cruel-hearted, mama, what you want your daddy to do, Lord, your daddy to do
Tell me cruel-hearted mama, what you want your daddy to do
How come they say you murder me, baby, and you leave me, too
And I'm goin' away, and baby, cryin' it won't be long, Lord, it won't be long
I'm goin' away, and baby, cryin' it won't be long
And take your Bible, pretty mama, and read the days your daddy's gone
HUMMED VERSE
NOTE:
Kid Cole was a blues singer, who recorded four titles for Vocalion in 1928.
"It has been suggested that this is the same artist as Bob Coleman, but we have no direct evidence." (Blues and gospel records 1890-1943 (1997), p. 168)