| Lyrics: | (Robert Johnson)
I sent for my baby, and she don't come
I sent for my baby, man, and she
don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none
And if she gets
unruly, thinks she don't want do
If she gets unruly, and thinks she don't want do
Take my
32-20, and cut her half in two
She got a thirty-eight special, but I believe it's most too
light
She got a thirty-eight special, but I believe it's most too light
I got a 32-20, got
to make the camps alright
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come
If I send for
my baby, man, and she don't come
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her
none
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my Gatlin' gun
I'm gonna shoot my pistol,
gonna shoot my Gatlin' gun
You made me love you, now your man have come
Aw baby, where
you stay last night?
Ah baby, where you stay last night?
You got your hair all tangled, and
you ain't talkin' right
Got a thirty-eight special, boys, it do very well
Got a
thirty-eight special, boys, it do very well
I Got a 32-20 now, and it's a burnin' --
If
I send for my baby, man and she don't come
If I send for my baby, man and she don't come
All
the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none
Hey hey baby, where you stay last
night
Hey hey baby, where you stayed last night
You didn't come home until the sun was
shinin' bright
Ah boys, I just can't take my rest
Ah boys, I just can't take my
rest
With this 32-20 layin' up and down my breast |
