Son House - Government fleet blues lyrics

An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more She said, "Stop your pissin', moanin' and groanin' Or sleep outside with them dogs" Now honey, let me please explain 'Cause I didn't mean you no wrong I didn't mean to hurt you, baby I wouldn't do that to you She said, "Bite your lip, now, sweet child You're the ba*tard son of a thousand blues" Well, my daddy was gone by the day I was born And my mama I have never seen I was born in the back of a black Cadillac And raised by a Gypsy queen And as a child I was hell gone wild Raised in the eye of a storm By the time I was ten, I was doing time again 'Cause I knew what that gun was for Oh no no, I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, don't know what I'm gonna do Oh no no, I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, tell me mama, what am I gonna do? Ladies have come and ladies have gone But there's one I remember quite well Years have gone past but her memory lasts But the stories I cannot tell Well, I've lived and I've lied And I've loved and I've tried To put my soul to good use Guess I'm s*** out of luck 'Cause that name, it just stuck I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues, dig Oh no no, I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, don't know what I'm gonna do Oh no no, I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, tell me, what am I gonna do? Oh no no, I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, I don't know, what am I gonna do? Oh no no, b-b-ba*tard's, ba*tard's son, ba*tard son, baby Oh no no, I don't know what I'm gonna do Oh no no, I'm the ba*tard, ba*tard, bad, bad (?) I'm the ba*tard, I'm the ba*tard son of a thousand blues An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me