Pistol Slapper Blues - Blind Boy Fuller

I can tell my dog

Anywhere I hear him bark

Well I can tell my rider

If I feel her in the dark

Your a cold, blooded mother

When you want me out your way

Well that’s alright mama

You gonna need my help someday

And you say, you gonna put me

Down in my lonesome grave

Girl you must remember

I once had been your slave

Well, I feel like snapping

My pistol in your face

Let some brown skinned woman

Come and fill your place

You know you didn’t want me

When you were stretched out across my bed

Drinkin' moonshine whisky

And talking all outta your head

Gimme the money baby

I’ll catch that train and go

You don’t have to kill me

Cos you don’t want me no more

Cos you don’t want me no more

You give me the money baby

I’ll catch that train and go

Now if you see my rider

Tell I said bring it home

I ain’t had no loving

Since my girl been gone

Ain’t but two kinda people

In this world that I can’t stand

Well that’s a lying woman

And a monkey man