Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weeping Willow, artist - Blind Boy Fuller. Album song Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 3, 1937, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Weeping Willow |
Lord, that weeping willow, and that mourning dove. |
That weeping willow and that mourning dove. |
I got a gal up the country, Lord, you know I sure do love. |
Now, if you see my woman tell her I says hurry home (Aw shucks!) |
You see my woman, tell her I says hurry home I ain’t had no lovin' since my |
girl been gone. |
Where it ain’t no love mama ain’t no gitt’n' along. |
Where it ain’t no love mama ain’t no gitt’n' along. |
My gal treats me so mean and dirty, sometime I don’t know right from wrong. |
Lord, I lied down last night, tried to take my rest. |
I lied down last night, tried to take my rest (what happened, boy?) |
You know my mind got to ramblin' just like wild gees in the west. |
Gwin’a buy me a bulldog, watch you whils' I sleep. |
Gonna buy me a bulldog, watch you whils' I sleep. |
Just to keep these men from making this early mornin' creep. |
Now, |
if you see my woman tell her I says hurry home. |
You see my woman, tell her I says hurry home I ain’t had no lovin' since my |
little girl been gone. |
You gwine want my love, baby some lonesome day (yeah!). |
You’re gonna want my love, mama, some old lonesome day. |
And it’ll be too late, I’ll be gone too far away. |