Furry Lewis Black Gyspy Blues
My woman must be a black Gypsy : she knows every place I
go
She met me this morning : with a brand new forty‑four
When you used to be my Gypsy : done just so and so
Now I got another baby : I can't use you no more
Eagle rock me mama : *Sally long me too*
Ain't nobody in town : can eagle rock like you
My woman got a mouth : like a lighthouse in the sea
Every time she smiles : she shine her light on me
Had the blues all of twenty‑eight : started again in
twenty‑nine
They tell me the New York Central : is a nickel‑plated
line
Lord I asked for cabbage : she brought me turnip greens
I asked her for water : and she brought me gasoline
