Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down Cant spare you no angel, will spare you you a teasin brown That new way of loving, swear to God it must be the best All these Georgia women wont let Mr. McTell rest There was a cry down on the corner, I wondered who could it be Poor thing was a women atryin to get to me I went down to the shed, with my suitcase in my hand All the women run cryin, saying, Mr. Mac, wont you be my man? And my mother, she told me, when I was a boy playing mumblepegs Dont drink no black cows milk and dont eat no black hens egg My baby studyin evil, and Im studyin evil too Im gonna hang round here to see what my babe gon do play it! I cant be trusted, and I cant be satisfied When the men see me comin they go to pinning their womens to their side About my loving, take it any time of day Now to get my right lovin, Im going to Georgia right away [Spoken] Play it! Aw, sure is good! I got three woman, and theyre yellow, brown and black Take the governor of Georgia to judge the one I like One is Atlanta yellow, another one Macon brown But the Statesboro darkskin will turn your damper down So bye bye mama, Ill see you some sweet day Youll be awful sorry you done Mr. Mac thisaway
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