Robert Johnson - 32-20 Blues Lyrics
I sent for my baby, and she don't comeI sent for my baby, man, and she don't comeAll the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her noneAnd if she gets unruly, thinks she don't want doIf she gets unruly, and thinks she don't want doTake my 32-20, and cut her half in twoShe got a thirty-eight special, but I believe it's most too lightShe got a thirty-eight special, but I believe it's most too lightI got a 32-20, got to make the camps alrightIf I send for my baby, man, and she don't comeIf I send for my baby, man, and she don't comeAll the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her noneI'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my Gatlin' gunI'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my Gatlin' gunYou made me love you, now your man have comeAw baby, where you stay last night?Ah baby, where you stay last night?You got your hair all tangled, and you ain't talkin' rightGot a thirty-eight special, boys, it do very wellGot a thirty-eight special, boys, it do very wellI Got a 32-20 now, and its a burnin --If I send for my baby, man and she dont comeIf I send for my baby, man and she dont comeAll the doctors in Wisconsin sure cant help her noneHey hey baby, where you stay last nightHey hey baby, where you stayed last nightYou didnt come home until the sun was shinin brightAh boys, I just cant take my restAh boys, I just cant take my restWith this 32-20 layin up and down my breast
