Barbecue Blues

Woke up this morning, gal
'twixt mid night and day
I woke up this morning
'twixt mid night and day
With my head on my pillow where my brownie used to lay

I know I ain't good looking
teeth don't shine like pearls
I ain't good looking
teeth don't shine like pearls
So glad good looks don't take you through this world

Gon' starch my jumper, mama
iron my overhauls
Gon' starch my jumper
iron my overhauls
My brown done quit me, God knows she had it all

I'm gon' tell you now, gal
like Gypsy told the Jew
Gon' tell you now, gal
like Gypsy told the Jew
If you don't want me, it's a cinch I don't want you

Did you ever dream lucky
wake up cold in hand
Did you ever dream lucky
wake up cold in hand
That's a mighty true sign your brown got some other man

My mama told me
papa told me too
My mama told me
papa told me too
Some brown skin woman
gon' be the death of you
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