Sagefield Woman Blues

All that little girl
What kind of little old girl are you?
All that little girl
What kind of little old girl are you?

Said you're acting so funny, mama
What do you want your papa to do?
Now, there ain't no need of
That you keep on raising sand
Ain't no need of
That you keep on raising sand
Lord, if you wanna quit me, mama
Don't you get you another man

Blues come down the alley
Made it up to my back door
Blues come down the alley
Made it up to my back door
I had the blues today, mama
Like I never had before

And I believe
I believe I'll dust my broom
I believe
I believe I'll dust my broom
So some of you lowdown robbers
Lord, you can have my room

Now when I'm gone, mama
The blues will follow you night and day
Now when I'm gone
The blues will follow you night and day
Said you gonna be sorry, mama
Lord, that you didn't beg me to stay