Righteous Blues - Blind Blake,, Blind Blake

Listen everybody, I’m going to sing a song

It won’t be dirty, and it won’t be long

It’s righteous, oh it’s righteous

It’s righteous, righteous lord lord lord

When you want some whiskey, right off the stove

Go over and see Miss Stella Gold

It’s righteous, oh it’s righteous

It’s righteous, righteous lord lord lord

The gals from the alley, slipping all around

Telling everybody, they’re leaving town

It’s righteous, oh it’s righteous

It’s righteous, righteous lord lord lord

I got a yellow gal, and a brown named Mame

But the best I’ve ever had was the old Crow Jane

It’s righteous, oh it’s righteous

It’s righteous, righteous lord lord lord

Met a funny fellow, he didn’t like girls

Painted his face and with his hair all curls

It’s righteous, oh it’s righteous

It’s righteous, righteous lord lord lord

I’m staying with a woman, about fifty‑two

I thought she was too old I’m telling you

It’s righteous, oh it’s righteous

It’s righteous, righteous lord lord lord