Coffee Pot Blues by Papa Charlie Jackson Lyrics
You can always tell when your good gal don't wanna be seen
'Cause your meals ain't ready, the house is never clean
Just like huntin' for a needle buried in a bed of sand
That is to find a woman hasn't got no man
Three barrels of your whiskey, mama, and four barrels of gin
She said, "The headknocker's home, daddy, and you can't come in"
It was early one morning, just at the close of four
When Charlie Smith knocked on Evelyn's door
She jumped up, sweet babe, skipped on across the floor
Hollerin', "Long tall daddy, don't you knock no more"
It was in the lovin' kitchen where they made the plot
For to poison her father and her mother in the coffee pot
Then they carried the remains, throwed it out in the yard
Killed fifteen chickens and wound that prattlin' dog
Policeman said to Freddie, "What do you know about this?"
Say, "I guess you'll have to go arrest poor Charlie Smith"
Then they carried poor Charlie, put him behind the bars
Give him 39 days, mama, and that ain't all
Poor Evelyn's in jail with her back turned to the wall
Hollerin', "Cruel kind daddy, you know you the cause it all"
I'm gonna sing this time, ain't gonna sing no more
'Cause my throat's got dry, to where my tonsil's sore
'Cause your meals ain't ready, the house is never clean
Just like huntin' for a needle buried in a bed of sand
That is to find a woman hasn't got no man
Three barrels of your whiskey, mama, and four barrels of gin
She said, "The headknocker's home, daddy, and you can't come in"
It was early one morning, just at the close of four
When Charlie Smith knocked on Evelyn's door
She jumped up, sweet babe, skipped on across the floor
Hollerin', "Long tall daddy, don't you knock no more"
It was in the lovin' kitchen where they made the plot
For to poison her father and her mother in the coffee pot
Then they carried the remains, throwed it out in the yard
Killed fifteen chickens and wound that prattlin' dog
Policeman said to Freddie, "What do you know about this?"
Say, "I guess you'll have to go arrest poor Charlie Smith"
Then they carried poor Charlie, put him behind the bars
Give him 39 days, mama, and that ain't all
Poor Evelyn's in jail with her back turned to the wall
Hollerin', "Cruel kind daddy, you know you the cause it all"
I'm gonna sing this time, ain't gonna sing no more
'Cause my throat's got dry, to where my tonsil's sore