You may scarch
the ocean,
you might go 'cross the deep blue sca:
    but mama. you'll never find
    another hot shot like me.

I followed
my baby
from the station to the train,
    and the blues came down
    like dark night showers of rain.

l left her
at the station
wringing her hands and crying;
    l told her she had a home
    just as long as l got mine.

I've got
two women
and you can't tell 'em apart;
    l got one in my bosom,
    the other one in my heart.

The one
in my bosom
she's in Tennessee;
    and the one in my heart
    don't even give a clarn for me.

I used to say
a married woman
was the sweetest thing that evcr been born;
     but I've changed that thing:
     you better let married womcn alone.

Take my
advice:
let these married women be;
    ' cause their husbands 'll grab you,
    beat you ragged as a cedar tree.

When a woman
say she love you
'bout good as she do herself,
    l don't pay her no 'tention
    tell that same line to somebody else.

l really
don't believe
no woman in the whole round world do nght:
    act like an angel in the daytime,
    mess by the ditch at night.

I'm going
pretry mania,
please don't break this rule;
    that's why I'm searching
    these deserts for the blues.

I'm going
pretty mama,
searching these deserts now;
    that's why I'm walking
    my baby home any how.

Lord
oh lord
lordy lordy lord
    oh lordy lord
    lord lord lord.

When a wornan
say she love you
'bout good as she do herself,
    l don't pay her no 'tention
    tell that same line to somcbody else.

Lord lord
lord lord lord.