Classic Poem

Black gal,
she took a knife,
scared my brown
to death;
If I hadn't a had my pistol
think I woulda run myself;
Hadn't a had my pistol
think I woulda run myself.

When you see
me coming
hist your
window high;
When you see me leaving
hang your head and cry;
When you see me leaving
hang your head and cry.

Now if I just
had a listened
what my ma-
ma said,
I woulda been at home, Lord,
in my feather bed;
I woulda been at home, Lord,
in my feather bed.

Got a man
on your man,
kid man on
your kid; Lord
She done got so buggy ,
don't try to keep it hid;
She done got so buggy ,
don't try to keep it hid.

Now I got up
this morning,
blues all round
my bed;
I turned back my cover,
blues all in my bed;
Turned back my cover,
blues all in my bed.