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Talkin' To Myself

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Good Lord, good Lord, send me an Angel down

"Can't spare you no angel but I'll sure send you a teasin' brown"

That new way of lovin', mama it must be best

These-a Georgia women just won't let Mr. Samuel rest

Look at the crowds out on the corner, wondered who could it be?

It wasn't a thing but the women trying to get to me

I even went down to the depot, with my suitcase in my hand

Crowd of women runned crying: "Mr. Samuel won't you be my man"?

My Mama she told me when I was a boy playin' mumble peg

"Don't drink no black cow's milk, don't you eat no black hen's egg

Black man give you a dollar mama, he won't think its nothin' strange

yellow

man will give a dollar but he'll want back ninety-five cents change

If they call me cheater, pretty boy I'll real cheat you

If you will allow me a chance, I'll gnaw your backbone half in two

I took a trip out on the ocean, want the sound of the deep blue sea

I found a crab with a swim trying to do the

shimmy

I want to tell you something mama, seem mighty doggone strange

You done made me mess around gal and break my jojo string

Honey I ain't gonna be the old work ox no more

You done 'mess around' let your doggone ox get hauled

My mama she got a

mojo, place she try to keep it hid

Papa Samuel got something to find that mojo with

I even heard a rumblin', deep down in the ground

It wasn't a thing but the women tryin' to run me down

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