Ticket Agent Blues Lyrics

Blind Willie Mctell Ticket Agent Blues

Good Lord good Lord : send me an angel down
Can't spare you no angel : will spare you a teasing
brown

That new way of loving : swear to God it must be best
Because these Georgia women : won't let Willie McTell
rest

There was a crowd down on the corner : and I wondered
who could it be
Weren't a thing : but the women boy trying to get to me

I went down to the shed : put my suitcase in my hand
Crowd of women run crying : that McTell be my man

Ticket agent ticket agent : which a‑way has my woman
gone
Say describe your woman : and I'll tell you what road
she's on

She's a long tall mama : five and a half from the
ground
She's a tailor‑made mama : and she ain't no hand‑me‑down

Mama if you ride the Southern : I'll ride the Santa Fe
When you get in Memphis : pretty mama look around for
me

You can't never tell : what a double‑crossing woman
will do
They'll tip out with your buddy : and come home play
sick on you

I got two women : you can't tell them apart
I got one in my bosom : the other one's in my heart

Now 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 woman
ever was born
I changed that thing : you better let married women
alone

Take my advice : let all married womens be
Because their husbands will grab you : and beat you
ragged with a cedar tree

Now love ain't nothing : single women loving married
men
It will do for a while : but it will jam you after a
end

When a woman says she loves you : about as good as she
do herself
Don't pay her no attention : tell the same lie to
somebody else

She'll tell you that she love you : and love you all
her life
She'll have a man on the corner : and tell that same
lie twice

My baby she got a mojo : I believe she trying to keep
it hid
Mctell got something : to find that mojo with

I want to tell you pretty mama : exactly who I am
When I walk out the front door : I hear that back door
slam