Barbecue Bob Crooked Woman Blues
Oh the way my wife treats me : it sure is a sin
Stayed out all night long : before day come creeping in
Then I wanted to know : honey where have you been
She couldn't say nothing : but it'll never happen again
I think sweet mama : I'll have to let you go
So pack up all your clothes : you can't sleep here no
more
It's bad to have a crooked woman : she'll keep you living
in sin
Then all she will say : it'll never happen again
Now if I had a‑listened : to my mama's rule
I wouldn't have been singing : these crooked woman blues
I'm going to sing this verse : and I ain't going to sing
no more
I got them blues : and I'm sure Lord got to go
