Third Street Woman Blues Songtext

von Blind Joe Reynolds

Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman now?
Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman now?
Thought she would cheat street me, got the coldest stuff in town

Don't like my ch-chick...1

I had so much chicken till I heard cluckin' in my sleep
I got so much chicken till I heard cluckin' in my sleep
Don't like my table, mama, please don't dig so deep

Hmm hmm, I got a...2

She's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bone
She's a big fat mama with the meat shakin' on her bone
And every time she shake it, Lord, a hustlin' woman lose her home

She's got something that the men call a stingaree
She's got something that the men call a stingaree
Four o'clock every morning, you turn it loose on me

Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman gone?
Hmm-mmm, where my Third Street woman gone?
Believe to my soul, she would hustle everywhere but home

If you can't be my rollin' mama, you can't spend your change
If you can't be my rollin' mama, you can't spend my change