Lyrics Saint Martha Blues - Otis Taylor

My great grandfather back in Lake Providence Louisiana
He was lynched
Not only was he lynched
They took his body and they tore it apart
And they went to his wife, Martha Jones
To tell her where she could find her husband

Poor, poor Martha
Poor Martha
Poor Martha Jones
She got to go downtown
She got to go
She got to and find her husband

They came to the door
They took, they took him away
They hung him
They hung him from the highest tree

They tore
They tore his poor body
They tore his poor body apart
They tore
They tore his poor body
They tore his poor body apart

Poor, poor Martha
Poor, saint poor Martha Jones
Poor, poor, poor Martha
She got to go
She got to go and find
She got to go and find
She got, got to go and find her husband

She walking all over town
She walking
She walking
She walking all over town
She's dragging
Ohhh she's dragging that babe behind her

She got to go
She got to go and find her husband

Ohhh Martha
Poor saint Martha
She got to go
She got to go
She got
She got
She got
She got
She got to go and find
She got to go and find
She got to go