32‐30 Blues Songtext
von Robert Johnson

If I sent for my baby and she don′t come
If I sent for my baby and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can′t help her, no

And if she gets unruly, think she don't want you
If she gets unruly and think she don't want you
Take my.32-20, now, and cut her hair up in two

She got a.38 special but I believe it′s most too light
She got a.38 special but I believe it′s most too light
I got a.32-20, got to make two camps alright

If I sent for my baby, man, and she don't come
If I sent for my baby, man, and she don′t come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her, no


I′m gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my Gatling gun
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, got to shoot my Gatling gun
You made me love you, now your man have gone

Oh, baby, where you stayed last night?
Oh, baby, where you stayed last night?
You got your hair all tangled and you ain′t talkin' right

Her.38 special, boys, it do very well
Her.38 special, boys, it do very well
I got a.32-20, now, it's a burnin′

If I sent for my baby, man, and she don′t come
If I sent for my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in West Country sure can′t help her, no

Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night?
Hey, hey, baby, where you stayed last night?
You didn't come home until the sun was shinin′ bright


Ah, boys, I just can't take my rest
Ah, boys, I just can′t take my rest
With this.32-20 layin' up and down my breast