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Lyrics:
Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down Can't spare no angel, we'll send you a teasin' brown Well, that new way of loving, swear to God, it must be best For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest
There was a crowd on the corner, wonder what could it be Wasn't a thing, but the womens is tryin' to get to me I went down to the station, suitcase in my hand All the women run cryin', 'Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?'
Well, there was three women: yellow, brown and black Take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like One of 'em Hamtramck yellow, one of 'em Detroit brown But the Southwest darkskin sure to turn my damper down
'Why, ticket agent, ticket agent, where did my baby go?' 'Tell me what she looks like, I'll tell you what road she's on' 'Well, she's a long tall mama, mile an' a half from the ground She's a tailor-made mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down'
Well, I used to say married women, sweetest women ever born You better change that thing, you better leave married women alone Take my advice: let married women, boy, let 'em be 'Cause their husband'll grab ya, beat you ragged as a cedar tree
I got two women, you can't tell 'em apart I got one in my bosom, and the other one is in my heart Well, that one in my bosom, she lives in Tenessee But that one in my heart, well, she don't give a darn for me
I'm gonna tell you, pretty mama, exactly who I am When I walk in that front door, and hear that back door slam
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