paroles de chanson Ticket Agent Blues (Remastered) - Blind Willie McTell

Good Lord, good Lord send me an angel down
Can't spare you no angel, will spare you a teasin' brown

That new way of loving, swear to God it must be best
Because these Georgia women, won't let Willie McTell rest

There was a crowd down on the corner and I wondered who could it be
Weren't a thing but the women, boy, trying to get to me

I went down to the shed put my suitcase in my hand
Crowd of women run crying that Mr McTell be my man

(That was me)

Ticket agent, ticket agent which a‑way has my woman gone?
Say describe your woman, and I'll tell you what road she's on

She's a long tall mama, five and a half from the ground
She's a tailor‑made mama and she ain't no hand‑me‑down

(Tell the truth)

Mama if you ride the Southern, I'll ride the Santa Fe
When you get in Memphis, pretty mama look around for me

(Baby I will)

You can't never tell what a double‑crossing woman will do
They'll tip out with your buddy and come home play sick on you

(I won't)

I got two women, you can't tell them apart
I got one in my bosom, the other one's in my heart

Now the one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee
And the one in my heart don't even give a darn for me

(I'm gonna find that one in Tennessee)

I used to say a married woman was the sweetest woman ever was born
I changed that thing, you better let married women alone

(Why?)

Take my advice, let all married womens be
Because their husbands will grab you and beat you ragged with a cedar tree

Now love ain't nothing, single women loving married men
It will do for a while. but it will jam you after a end

When a woman says she loves you about as good as she do herself
Don't pay her no attention, tell the same lie to somebody else

(Baby I won't)

She'll tell you that she love you and love you all her life
She'll have a man on the corner, and tell that same lie twice

My baby she got a mojo, believe she trying to keep it hid
Mctell got something, to find that mojo with

I want to tell you pretty mama, exactly who I am
When I walk out the front door I hear that back door slam