paroles de chanson Pistol Blues - Bo Weavil Jackson

Crow Jane, Crow Jane, what makes you hold your head so high?
Oughta just remember, you got to live so long and die

I need not write me no letter, don't send me no word
Cut your head, woman, 'bout the word I heard

I heard you had a man on the wheeler, had a man on the plow
Had a big man, swingin' on the Johnson Bayou

I'm going to carry that woman to the weeping willow tree
Oughta hear her cryin', "Honey, don't murder me!"

I'm going to black her face, going to black that woman's eyes
Going to kill her when she begins to cry

She said, "Roll on, Jack, Daddy do roll long"
"Roll on, Jack, Daddy do roll long"
Said, "Roll on, Jack, Daddy do roll long
Like the way you rollin', but you ain't gonna roll so long"

Ain't but two women, the world can spend my change
Not but two women, world can spend my change
Ain't but two women, mama, can spend my change
That represent Stella and that brown, my Jane

Lord, Lord, look what my brown said to me
Lord, Lord, look what she said to me
Said, Lord, Lord, look what she said to me
Said, "When I leave this town, gonna carry you back with me"