Tampa Bound - Blind Blake

I’m going back to Tampa, to that girl I left behind

I’m going back to Tampa, to that girl I left behind

I’m going back to Tampa, just to kill my worried mind

Did you ever lie down at night, thinking about your brown

Did you ever lie down at night, thinking about your brown

You commence rolling and tumbling, I guess I’m Tampa bound

The bridge washed out, the wire’s all down

My gal is in the flood and I’m Tampa bound

I got up this morning, put on my walking shoes

I got up this morning, put on my walking shoes

I’m going back to Tampa, just to kill my lowdown blues