Bukka White - Drunk Man's Blues lyrics

Spoken: She stuck out I wonder, I wonder, baby While people uptown barely up I hear the rooster crowin' for a day Now, I hate to go home An look my baby in her face My baby said, 'You bingein' out drunk all night Daddy, comin' in you don't treat me right' She said, 'You been out drunk all night When you come in you don't treat me right' Baby, if you forgive me this time, baby Daddy won't ever do it, no mo' I fell on my knees late one Sunday evenin' I asked the Good Lord up above Forgive me for my sin Fell on my knees late one Sunday evenin' Ask the Good Lord above Forgive me for my sin My baby sittin' on my knees, crynin' She said, 'Lord, have mercys on my man' One mo' drink, baby, one mo' drink Before I bow down on my knee Baby, just one mo' drink Just before I bow down on my knee I ain't gon' tell ol *Martha no lie If I take one now won't drink no mo' Late one Friday evenin' Never forget late one Friday, 'bout dark I was standin' on the corner Standin' on Beale and Main I seen my babe wit' another man An I got me pint a-gin She said, 'Daddy, I thought you Wasn't gon' drink no mo?' I thought you said you wasn't gon' be with no other man? Baby, you can't fuss at me no mo' Baby, you done the same thing I'm doing Now, from now on baby, I'm 'on forget you Babe, I'm 'onna stay out all night long That same old rooster started crowin' for a day I wasn't sayin' to come home look in yo' own face That same old rooster started crowin' for a day I wasn't sayin' to come home an look in yo' own face 'Cause I know for myself, little girl You done the same, same old thing 'Play it down, now' 'Play it while I take me another drink' (piano) 'My baby had me fooled for a long time But she done woke me up now, though' (piano) 'Pour about a half-a gla** full But I don't wanna pay full' (piano) 'That's enough to see her good when I get home I know what it's all about, then Good-bye, baby, good-bye Lookin' at you with tears in my eye Good-bye, baby, good-bye Lookin' at you with tears in my eye I don't be back here no mo', baby As like a blowin' the wind be gone. ~ *Bukka might be referring to Martha Copeland's song, 'I Ain't Your Hen Mr. Fly Rooster' recorded in New York (Columbia Field Recordings) on October 13, 1927.