Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Pumped the Wind in My Doughnut, artist - Blind Willie McTell. Date of issue: 28.03.2010
Song language: English
Who Pumped the Wind in My Doughnut |
| You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea |
| But mama, you’ll never find another hot shot like me I followed my baby from the station to the train |
| And the blues came down like night and showered me I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying |
| I told her, she had a home just as long as I had mine |
| I’ve got two women and you can’t tell them apart |
| I’ve got one in my bosom and one I got in my heart |
| The one in my bosom, she’s in Tennessee |
| And the one in my heart, don’t even give a darn for me I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born |
| But I’ve changed that thing, you better leave married women alone |
| Take my advice, let these married women be |
| 'Cause their husbands’ll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree |
| When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself |
| I don’t pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else |
| I really don’t believe no woman in the whole round world do right |
| Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night |
| I’m going, pretty mama, please don’t break this rule |
| That’s why I’m searching these deserts for the blues |
| I’m going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now |
| That’s why I’m walking my baby home anyhow |
| Lord, oh Lord |
| Lordy, Lordy, Lord |
| Oh Lordy Lord |
| Lord, Lord, Lord |
| When a woman say, she love you 'bout good as she do herself |
| I don’t pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else |
| Lord, Lord |
| Lord, Lord, Lord |