Sonny Boy Williamson - Down And Out Blues / In Memorium (2004) by Sonny Boy Williamson (보컬) on maniadb.com

My heart has been broken
And all of my love`s in vain
Heart have been broken
And all my love`s in vain
But the people`s always told me
That woman was the glory of a man
You whip her when she need it
The judge will not let you explain
Whip her when she need it
The judge will not let you explain
Because he believe in justice
and a woman is the glory of a man
I`d rather be tied
out on the desert
Right out in the falling rain
Tied out on the desert
Right out in the falling rain
Than to lose my baby
She is the glory of a man

It's just one thing baby
I'm asking you to do
It's just one little thing baby
I'm asking you to do
Please give me back your key
to your door
I called the little girl about
a quarter after nine
I called the little girl one
morning about a quarter after nine
The landlady say I'm sorry,
she's not in at the present time
I called my baby back
about fifteen after four
I called my baby back
fifteen after four
I said darling, would you please
give me back the key to your door

Baby, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself.
Please, darling, do me a favor, keep our business to yourself.
I don't want you to tell nobody in your family,
And don't mention it to nobody else.

Don't tell your mother,
Don't tell your father,
Don't tell your sister,
Don't mention it to your brother,
Please, darling, keep our business to yourself.
Don't you tell nobody,
And don't mention it to nobody else.

You have a husband,
I have a wife,
If you start to talkin,
That's gonna mess up our life,
Please, please baby, keep our business to yourself.
Don't you tell nobody,
And don't mention it to nobody else.
Goodbye darlin.

Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial
When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows alright
I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive
You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial
Alright
The good Lord made the world and everything was in it
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead
You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
Yeah, you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial

Baby, baby
I'm gonna bring it on home to you

I done bought my ticket, I got my load
Conductor done hollered, "All, aboard"
Take my seat and ride way back
And watch this train move down the track

Baby, baby
I'm gonna bring it on home to you

I think about the good times I once have had
Soul got happy now, my heart got glad
I think about the way you love me too
You can bet your life, I'm comin home to you

I'm goin home
I'm gonna bring it on home, now
I'm gonna bring it on home, now
I'm gonna bring it on home, now
Gonna bring it on home
Bring it on home to you