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Crooked Woman Blues

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Oh the way my wife treats me : it sure is a sin
Stayed out all night long : before day come creeping in

Then I wanted to know : honey where have you been
She couldn't say nothing : but it'll never happen again

I think sweet mama : I'll have to let you go
So pack up all your clothes : you can't sleep here no
more

It's bad to have a crooked woman : she'll keep you living
in sin
Then all she will say : it'll never happen again

Now if I had a?listened : to my mama's rule
I wouldn't have been singing : these crooked woman blues

I'm going to sing this verse : and I ain't going to sing
no more
I got them blues : and I'm sure Lord got to go