The Faking Blues

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I got plenty of whiskey, [?] on the shelf I got plenty of whiskey, [?] on the shelf But I get sick and tired of drinkin' to sleep by my fakin' self [Verse 2] Now tell me, pretty mama, tell me, please don't lie Why don't you tell me, pretty mama, tell me, please don't lie Can sweet papa stop by here or must I pass on by? [Verse 3] I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I please I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I pleasе That's the reason why, to give my poor hеart some ease [Verse 4] Lord, I'm going away, mama, believe me, it 'tain't no stall Lord, I'm going away, mama, believe me, it 'tain't no stall 'Cause I can get more women than a passenger train can haul [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5] Lord, I'm going to the Nation, marry me an Indian squaw Lord, I'm going to the Nation, marry me an Indian squaw I'm gonna raise me a family, got me an Indian ma [Verse 6] I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I go I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I go Say, the reason I sing 'em, my sweet mama don't love me no more [Verse 7] Lord, I went to the river, took a chair, babe, and sat down Lord, I went to the river, took a chair, babe, and sat down I thought about my fakin' jelly roll [that'd] come on back to town
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Credits
- Writers
- Papa Charlie Jackson
- J. Mayo Williams