Texas Blues Songtext
von Mance Lipscomb
Texas Blues Songtext
I was raised in Texas, schooled in Tennessee
I was raised in Texas, I was schooled in Tennessee
I ain′t gonna let you women make a dog-gone fool out of me
Well, last winter, winter was chill and cold
Well, last winter, winter was chill and cold
My woman put me out, didn't have nowhere to go
Didn′t have no money, my shoes had done one thing
Didn't have no money, my shoes had done one thing
Didn't have a decent pair of pants to go to Sunday school in
It′s alright, baby, thing coming back my way
It′s alright, baby, thing coming back my way
Had money in my pocket, change clothes every day
Mama told me when I was a child
Mama told me when I was a child
"Son, whiskey and women gonna kill you as a wife"
Take me back, I'll tell you what I′ll do
Take me back, I'll tell you what I′ll do
Steal it back, baby, bring it home to you
She looks at me, she give me one sweet smile
She looks at me, she give me one sweet smile
I'll take it back, for your low-down dirty life
There′s one thing I can't understand myself
There's one thing I can′t understand myself
There′s a girl like you, she got somebody else
Goodbye, I don't wanna see you no more
Goodbye, I don′t wanna see you no more
Remember my foot print, tramping round your door
I was raised in Texas, I was schooled in Tennessee
I ain′t gonna let you women make a dog-gone fool out of me
Well, last winter, winter was chill and cold
Well, last winter, winter was chill and cold
My woman put me out, didn't have nowhere to go
Didn′t have no money, my shoes had done one thing
Didn't have no money, my shoes had done one thing
Didn't have a decent pair of pants to go to Sunday school in
It′s alright, baby, thing coming back my way
It′s alright, baby, thing coming back my way
Had money in my pocket, change clothes every day
Mama told me when I was a child
Mama told me when I was a child
"Son, whiskey and women gonna kill you as a wife"
Take me back, I'll tell you what I′ll do
Take me back, I'll tell you what I′ll do
Steal it back, baby, bring it home to you
She looks at me, she give me one sweet smile
She looks at me, she give me one sweet smile
I'll take it back, for your low-down dirty life
There′s one thing I can't understand myself
There's one thing I can′t understand myself
There′s a girl like you, she got somebody else
Goodbye, I don't wanna see you no more
Goodbye, I don′t wanna see you no more
Remember my foot print, tramping round your door
Writer(s): Foy Willing, Clarke Cottoseed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

