Lyrics Single Tree Blues - Roosevelt Sykes

Hit my woman, with a single tree
Hit my woman, with a single tree
You might've heard her hollering, daddy don't you murder me

Going to shoot you mama, going to cut you too
Going to shoot you mama, going to cut you too
Lord on account, of the old way you do

Been sick and down babe, I'm getting up again
Been sick and down babe, I'm getting up again
Mmm, but I'm blowed in the wind

Going away mama, coming here no more
Going away mama, coming here no more
You know you shout at me, you throwed my trunk outdoor

She's a good old gal, she do mess around
She's a good old gal, she do mess around
She ain't there, she's all over town