Blind Boy Fuller - Pistol Slapper Blues Lyrics
I can tell my dog,Anywhere I hear him bark.Well I can tell my rider,If I feel her in the dark.Your a cold, blooded mother,When you want me out your wayWell that's alright mama,You gonna need my help someday.And you say, you gonna put meDown in my lonesome graveGirl you must rememberI once had been your slaveWell, I feel like snapping,My pistol in your face.Let some brown skinned woman,Come and fill your place.You know you didn't want me,When you were stretched out across my bed.Drinkin' moonshine whisky,And talking all outta your head.Gimme the money babyI'll catch that train and go.You don't have to kill meCos you don't want me no moreCos you don't want me no moreYou give me the money babyI'll catch that train and goNow if you see my riderTell I said bring it homeI ain't had no lovingSince my girl been goneAin't but two kinda people,In this world that I can't stand.Well that's a lying woman,And a monkey man.