Squabbling Blues

My baby done quit me
Talk's all over
I say town
Baby done quit me
Talk's all over town
And I'm too good a man for to
Let that talk go 'round

Take the shoes I bought her
Bare foots on the
I say ground
Shoes I bought her, put her
Bare foots on the ground
Then the great Jack Frost said he
Sure gonna tear you down

Now Mister, Mister
Please to spare my
I mean life

Mister, Mister
Please to spare my life
I got four little children
I got one little bald -headed wife

Now if I should die
State of Arkan-
I say -sas
If I should die in the
State of Arkansas
I want you to send my body
Home to my mother-in-law

Said if
she don't want it, baby
Give it to my maw
Said if my maw
don't want it, baby
Give it to my paw

Said if my
paw don't want it, baby
Give it to Abbie Lee
Said if Abbie don't want it, baby
Give it to my used to be

Said if
she don't want it, baby
Cast it in the sea
Then these women in Greenville'll
Stop squabbling over me

Then I won't be worried
With these blues no
I say more
Won't be worried
With these blues no more
Said it's train time now
Hear that ring I do adore
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