Mississippi John Hurt - Live [live] (2002) by Mississippi John Hurt (보컬) on maniadb.com

This is the 'Coffee Blues', I likes a certain brand
Maxwell's House, it's good till the last drop
Just like it says on the can, I used to have a girl
Cookin' a good Maxwell House, she moved away
Some said to Memphis and some said to Leland

But I found her, I wanted her to cook me
Some good Maxwell's House, you understand?
If I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House
Do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee

I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to Leland
I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin' spoonful, my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin', I found her

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon, just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin', my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon, just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful

Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his Bible down for his lovin'
Ain't Maxwell House all right?
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'

Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down
Make me a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor
Oh make me down
Make me down
Make me a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor
Up the country
Up the country by the cold sleet and snow
I'm going up the country
By the cold sleet and slow
No telling how much further I may go
Oh make me down
Make me down
Make me a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor
Well sleeping, my back and shoulders tire
Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tire
The way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired
Gonna turn over and try it on the side
Oh make me down
Make me down
Make me a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor
Don't you let my good girl catch you here
Please don't let my good girl catch you here
Oh she might shoot you
Might cut and starve you too
No telling what she might do
Oh make me down
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor

Well all you ladies gather 'roundThat good sweet candy man's in townIt's the candy manIt's the candy manHe likes a stick of candy just nine inch longHe sells as fast a hog can chew his cornIt's the candy manAll heard what sister Johnson saidShe always takes a candy stick to bedDon't stand close to the candy manHe'll leave a big candy stick in your handHe sold some candy to sister BadThe very next day she took all he hadIf you try his candy, good friend of mineYou sure will want it for a long long timeHis stick candy don't melt awayIt just gets better, so the ladies say

-------------
Lyrics Powered by LyricFind
Written By HURT, JOHN S
<i>Lyrics &copy; EMI Music Publishing</i>

She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
She walked down the yard, caught the longest train she seen
Said, she'd ride and ride "till the blues wear offa me"
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
It's two bullyin' freight trains runnin' side by side
They done stole my rider and I guess they's satisfied
They rode in the Delta, kept on easin' by
They rode in the Delta, kept on easin' by
Know I feel just like she said her last goodbye
Friend, she won't write, she won't telephone
Friend, she won't write, she won't telephone
Makes me believe to my soul rider calls that "gone"
But if I had wings, friend, like Noah's dove
Friend, if I had wings, friend, like Noah's dove
I would raise and fly, God knows, where my lover was
I laid down at night, I can't sleep at all
I laid down at night, I can't sleep at all
Awful lyin' there wondering if someone rollin' in her arms
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be's too high
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be's too high
Taken down with, I'm gettin' sick and 'bout to die