Talkin To Myself
by probably 
Blind Willie McTell 
recording of April 17. 1930, Atlanta, Georgia 
from 
Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 1 (1927-1931) (Document 5006, 5007, 5008) 
& 
Last Session (Yazoo 1005) 
Scat ... 
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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Note 1: mumble peg, ; 
Note 2: black cow's milk and black hen's egg, omens of bad luck; 
Note 3: break my jojo string, probably a phallic double-entendre.