Searching The Desert For The Blues
by 
Blind Willie McTell 
recording of 1931-1933 
from 
Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 2 (1931-1933) (Document DOCD-5007) 
& 
Blind Willie McTell 1927-1949 (Wolf WSE102) 
You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea 
But Mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me 
I followed my baby from the station to the train 
And the blues came down like night and showered me 
I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying 
I told her she had a home, just as long as I had mine 
I've got two women, and you can't tell them apart 
I've got one in my bossom, and one I got in my heart 
The one in my bossom, she's in Tennessee 
And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me 
I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born 
But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone 
Take my advice: let these married women be 
'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree 
When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself, 
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else 
I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right, 
act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night 
I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule; 
that's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues 
I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now 
That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow 
Lord, oh Lord 
Lordy, Lordy, Lord 
Oh Lordy Lord 
Lord, Lord, Lord 
When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself, 
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else 
Lord, Lord 
Lord, Lord, Lord