Come On Around To My House Mama
by probably 
Blind Willie McTell 
recording of 19 
from 
The Definitive Blind Willie McTell (Columbia C2K-53234) 
& 
Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 1 (1927-1931) (Document 5006, 5007, 5008) 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me 
Call me a hotshot 
rider 
and a cheater, colored from Tennessee 
Take it easy, don't get rough, just wanna tell you that I know my stuff 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me 
In the evening, ain't nobody home but me 
In the morning, ain't nobody there but me 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me 
That's why you hear me screaming and crying, going back to Tennessee 
Can't read and write, can't spell my name, I can really drive your man's heart insane 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me 
I mean, ain't nobody there but me 
I love my corn and I love my booze, I really give your man the blues 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me 
I mean, ain't nobody there but me 
Pull down your window, lock up your blind 
I'll tell you something that'll change your mind 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody home but me 
Late at night, ain't nobody there but me 
Went to the door, the door was locked 
Think my baby done changed the lock 
Come on around to my house baby, ain't nobody there but me 
That's why you hear me moaning, going back to Tennessee 
Wake up in the morning 'bout half past three 
Think my baby done pooped on me 
Come on around to my house mama, ain't nobody there but me 
In the evening, ain't nobody home but me 
In the morning, ain't nobody there but me 
I'm by myself, ain't nobody home but me 
Ain't nobody home but me 
You hear me talking, ain't nobody there but me 
About now, ain't nobody there but me