Big Road Blues

Cryin' ain't goin' down this
Big road by myself
Now don't you
Hear me talkin', pretty mama, lord
Ain't goin' down this
Big road by myself
If I don't carry you, goin'
Carry somebody else

Cryin' sun goin' shine in
My back door some day
Now don't you
Hear me talkin', pretty mama, lord
Sun goin' shine in
My back door some day
And the wind goin' change, goin'
Blow my blues away

Baby, what makes you do
Like you do do do
Like you do do do
Don't you hear me now
What makes you do me
Do like you do do do
Now you say you goin' do me like you
Done poor Cherry Red

Take the poor boy's money, now,
Sure lord won't take mine
Now don't you
Hear me talkin', pretty mama
Takin' the poor boy's money
Sure enough won't take mine
Takin' the poor boy's money, now,
Sure lord won't take mine

Cryin' ain't goin' down this
Big road by myself
Now don't you
Hear me talkin', pretty mama, lord
Ain't goin' down this
Big road by myself
If I don't carry you, goin'
Carry somebody else

Cryin' sun goin' shine, lord,
My back door some day
Now don't you
Hear me talkin', pretty mama, lord
Sun goin' shine in
My back door some day
And the wind goin'
Blow my
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