Zetetter Blues Songtext

von Jesse Thomas

Way down in Louisiana behind the rising sun
I met a pretty little stranger, I thought she was the only one

I asked her to mary me, she was looking so fine
She said: I'm sorry, Mister, you have to see that mother of mine
That mother of mine

I went to her mother, told her what Zetetter said
Her mother looked at me, and began to take it easy
She said: I'm sorry, Mister, if my daugther lied to you
She's three times seven, and she knows what she wanna do

I left her mother standing in the door way crying
She said: Mister, please, don't mistreat that child of mine

Zetetter, why did you lie to me?
Never told me nothing 'bout the other guy
Zetetter, why did you lie to me?
I got you mistreat me so bad
Nice is I tried to be