Blue Yodel No. 2 [My Lovin’ Gal, Lucille]
If you ever had the blues you
Know just how I feel
If you ever had the blues you
Know just how I feel
I'm about to lose my lovin' gal Lucille
I love you woman but I
Don't like your lowdown ways
I love you woman but I
Don't like your lowdown ways
You got me in trouble and
Now I'm servin' days
Write me a letter send it to me by mail
Write me a letter and send it to me by mail
Just send it to me in
Care of the Birmingham jail
Well, I ain't gonna marry no
I ain't gonna settle down
Lord, I ain't gonna marry and
I ain't gonna settle down
I'm gonna be a rounder 'til
The police shoots me down
You can blow your whistle mama
You can toot your horn
You can blow your whistle mama
You can toot your horn
You're gonna wake up some morning
And find your daddy gone