Lyrics:

(Sleepy John Estes)



Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid

She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid"

Well, she looked at me, she began to smile

She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile

But just don't let my husband catch you there

I say, just don't let my husband catch you there"



Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk

I never saw no whiskey

The blues made me sloppy drunk

I ain't never saw no whiskey

The blues made me sloppy drunk

Well, I ain't saw no whiskey

The blues made me sloppy drunk



Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens

But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees

It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees