Booster Blues Songtext
von Blind Lemon Jefferson

My left foot itchin′, it's something gone all wrong
Honey, my left foot itchin′, something gone all wrong
My right foot itchin' means I just can't be here long

I thought I′d write but it′s the best to telephone
I say, I thought I would write, it's best to telephone
For that fast mail train can carry your sugar so far from home

Girl, I can′t live right, ain't gon′ try no more
Well, I can't live right, ain′t gon' try no more
This woman's left town and she ain′t comin′ back no more


I went to the depot and I sat my suitcase down
Well, I went to the depot, sat my suitcase down
I thought about my baby and tears come rollin' down

I said, "Ticket agent, how long′ll your train be gone?"
I said, "Ticket agent, how long'll your train be gone?"
He say, "Y′all go to the train that the fair brown left here on"

I couldn't buy no ticket but I walked on to the goal
I couldn′t buy me no ticket but I walked on to the goal
Well, my baby's left town, she ain't comin′ here no more

I got up this mornin′ with her sho'nuff on my mind
I say I got up this mornin′ with my sho'nuff on my mind
Had to raise a conversation with the landlady to keep from cryin′


'Scuse me, woman, I won′t say that no more
I say,'scuse me, woman, I won't say that no more
I′m fixin′ to leave town and hang crepe on your door