The Devil Makes Three - Statesboro Blues Lyrics

Wake up, Mama,turn your lamp down low
Won't you wake up, Mama, turn your lamp down low
Do you have the nerve to drive me from your door?

I said that gate left Savannah, Lord, it could not stop
You should have seen that colored fireman when he got that boiler hot
Reach over in the corner mama, won't you hand me my travelling shoes?
Well lord, my god, I got me them Statesboro blues.

Well my mama died and left me reckless
Said my papa died and left me wild, wild, wild
Well my mama died and left me reckless
Papa died and left me wild
see I ain't good-lookin' but I'm someone's angel child

I said mama tell your papa,
Papa tell your sister,
Sister tell your uncle
We're goin' up the country
Wouldn't you like to go?
We're gonna do one for background
then do two or three more.

I said that gate left Savannah, lord it could not stop
You should have seen that colored fireman when he got that boiler hot
reach over in the corner mama, won't you hand me my travelling shoes?
Well lord, my god, I got me them Statesboro blues.
Yeah lord, my god, I got me them Statesboro blues.