Matchbox Blues Songtext
von Doc Watson

Out by the river, walked down by the sea
Out by the river, walked down by the sea
I got the tadpole and minnows a-huggin′ over me
Stand here wonderin', will the matchbox hold my clothes
I just stand here wonderin′, will the matchbox hold my clothes
Ain't got too many matches, but Lord, I got so far to go


Lord, mama, who may your master be?
Mm, mama, who might your sweet daddy be?
Need I ask so many questions, can you make arrangements for me?
Hear that little gal 'cross town, crochet all the time
Hear that little gal ′cross town, crochet all the time
Honey, if you don′t quit that crochet, Lord, you gonna lose your mind

Oh, I don't mind marriage, just can′t stand settlin' down
Well, I don′t mind marriage, but Lord, settlin' down
Don′t wanna be like no preacher
Lord, I just wanna ride from town to town
Well, I'm leavin' town, cryin′ won′t make me stay
I'm leavin′ town, even cryin' won′t make me stay
Baby, the more you cry, the further you drive me away