Frank Stokes Frank Stoke's Dream
And I'm going I'm going and your crying won't make me
stay
Because the more you cry gal the further you drive me
away
When I leave your house pin up black crepe on your door
Tell your man ain't dead he ain't coming back here no
more
Ever dream that you lucky and wake up cold in hand
I wouldn't hand her my last dollar : to give your ???ing
man
Take me in your arms rock me good and slow
Know you hear them Frank Stokes blues : anywhere on earth
you go
And I'm leaving you mama this is the last time I'll ever
go
When the Frank Stokes blues come around I got a place to
go
