Lord Send Me An Angel by Blind Willie McTell Lyrics

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

That new way of loving, swear to God it must be the best
All these Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest

There was a cry down on the corner, I wondered who could it be
Poor thing was a women a-tryin' to get to me

I went down to the shed, with my suitcase in my hand
All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?"

And my mother, she told me, when I was a boy playing mumble-pegs
Don't drink no black cow's milk and don't eat no black hen's egg

My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too
I'm gonna hang round here to see what my babe gon' do (play it!)

I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied
When the men see me comin' they go to pinning their womens to their side
About my loving, take it any time of day
Now to get my right lovin', I'm going to Georgia right away

[Spoken]
Play it!
Aw, sure is good!

I got three woman, and they're yellow, brown and black
Take the governor of Georgia to judge the one I like

One is Atlanta yellow, another one Macon brown
But the Statesboro darkskin will turn your damper down

So bye bye mama, I'll see you some sweet day
You'll be awful sorry you done Mr. Mac this-a-way