Lyrics 22 Blues - Skip James

22 Blues

Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest
How in the world you
Expect for me to rest?
Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest
How in the world you
Expect for me to rest?
You’ve got my 22−20
Layin' up across my breast
Oh, if I send for my baby
An she act a fool
An she don’t never come
If I send for my baby
She act a fool
An she don’t never come
All the doctors in New York City
I declare, they can’t help her none
You know, sometimes she gets unruly
An she act like she just don’t wanna do
Sometimes she gets unruly
An she act like she just don’t wanna —
But I get my 22−20
I cut that woman half in two
Oh, your.38 Special
Buddy, it’s most too light
Your .38 Special
Buddy, it’s most too light
But my 22−20
Will make ev’rything, alright
Ah-or, your .44−40
Buddy, it’ll do very well
Your .44−40
Buddy, it’ll do very well
But my .22−20
I declare you, it’s a-burnin' hell
I was stranded on the highway-hi
With my 22−20 in my —
I was standin' on the highway
With my 22−20 in my —
They got me 'cussed for murder
I declare, I never have harmed a man
Lord, oh I measured my gun
An it’s just a-long as my right arm
I measured my gun
An it’s just a-long as my right —
I’m gon' raise me some sand
And back down the road, I declare