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Blind Boy Fuller
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Pistol Slapper Blues
I can tell my dog,
Anywhere I hear him bark.
Well I can tell my rider,
If I feel her in the dark.
Your a cold, blooded mother,
When you want me out your way
Well that's alright mama,
You gonna need my help someday.
And you say, you gonna put me
Down in my lonesome grave
Girl you must remember
I once had been your slave
Well, I feel like snapping,
My pistol in your face.
Let some brown skinned woman,
Come and fill your place.
You know you didn't want me,
When you were stretched out across my bed.
Drinkin' moonshine whisky,
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And talking all outta your head.
Gimme the money baby
I'll catch that train and go.
You don't have to kill me
Cos you don't want me no more
Cos you don't want me no more
You give me the money baby
I'll catch that train and go
Now if you see my rider
Tell I said bring it home
I ain't had no loving
Since my girl been gone
Ain't but two kinda people,
In this world that I can't stand.
Well that's a lying woman,
And a monkey man.
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