Low Rider’s Blues

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Blind Willie McTell - Pop, Blues

Low Rider’s Blues

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You called me a low rider, I'm going back to Tennessee I say you called me a low rider, and I'm going back to Tennessee And mama, there's no reason why, baby, you should mistreat poor me Baby, you may quit your daddy, change your lock and key I say you may quit your daddy, change your lock and key But I mean it don't matter, a doggone with me I got womens in Georgia, Alabama and Tennessee I got womens down here in Georgia, Alabama and Tennessee So I don't let no, white gals worry me Your good corn whiskey, baby, driving your daddy to ruin I say your good corn whiskey, driving your daddy to ruin And this is one lesson, baby, I want you to learn (Spoken: Play it little bit, boy) (Spoken, McTell: I like that thing, Georgia Bobby. Play it. Spoken, Weaver: Oh, I'll do it, and so I feel it. Spoken, McTell: Play it good, buddy. I likes it like that.) I love good corn whiskey, but baby, it's no good for me (Spoken: Aw, play it!) I says I love my good corn whiskey, but it ain't no good for me But it tried to ruin you, baby, and you tried to mistreat poor me I'll be your doctor, Lord, and pay your doctor bill (Spoken: Aw, swing it, Mr. Bobby!) I says I'll be your doctor, and pay your doctor's bill And if corn whiskey don't kill you, baby, I wonder what will

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  • Blind Willie McTell