Roosevelt Sykes - Skeet and Garret lyrics

Got me accused for murder, and stealing was my crime Got me accused for murder, and stealing was my crime Lord it was all on account, of me stealing a woman's mind I wrote my baby a letter, she send me a telegram I wrote my baby a letter, she send me a telegram She said daddy the reason I love you, you got ways just like a lamb She got a head like a switch-engine, and her feet just like a teddy bear She got a head like a switch-engine, and her feet just like a teddy bear She dipping her Skeet and Garret, and spitting it everywhere Lord I'd rather be in the woods mama, Lord in a lion's den Lord I'd rather be in the woods mama, Lord in a lion's den Than to be here in this town mama, Lord and deceive her men Good night blues, why don't you let me sleep Good night blues, why don't you let me sleep You been following me, around this whole week