Alley Blues

You know now mama
Take me out the alley now mama
Before the high water rise
You all know I ain't no Christian
'Cause I
Once have been baptized
(Lord, I went to church this morning)
Yes, and they called on me to pray
Well I fell down on my knees
On my knees
Gee, I for-
Forgot just what to say

You know, and I cried, Lord, my Father, my Jesus
I didn't know what I was doing
I said that would be the Kingdom Come
I said, if you got any brownskin women in Heaven
Will you please to send Wright Holmes one
Miss Massey , you
know I ain't never been in Heaven
Oh these black folks have been told
You know they tell me they got women up there
Women up there
Gee, with their mouth all lined with gold
I bet you I get my cream from a creamer
You get yourn from a Jersey cow
(All right)
I'll bet you I'll get my meat from a pig
I bet you get your bacon from a no good sow
(Tell the truth, darn it)
Because the woman I'm going to loving
She's a holy woman
And she
beats that tambourine
And every time me and that old sister go to loving each other
Oooo well boy
She talks like the only one talking to me

You know I decided to get me an Ireland heifer
And I'm gonna get me one of them Jersey bulls
(Lord, don't you hear me now, mama
Keep on a talking)
Yeah, I decided to get me an Ireland heifer
Yes, I'm gonna get me one of them Jersey bulls
I'm gonna keep on churning and churning it
Yeah, until my churning's done got full
(Well I believe I'll churn a little bit)
(Yeah)

Now some of these here days
I'm gonna have me a Heaven of my own
(Lord, don't you hear me
Keep on a-praying to you)
Baby, I said, Some of these here days
I'm gonna have me a Heaven of my own
Have a gang of brownskin women
Yeah, they gonna be gathering all around my throne
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