Searching the Desert for the Blues Songtext

von Krissy Matthews

You may search the ocean, might cross the deep blue sea.
But mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me.
I followed my baby from the station to the train.
And the blues came down like dark night showers of rain.
I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying.
I told her she had a home, as long as i got mine.
I'm going pretty mama, please don't break this rule.
That's why i'm searching these deserts for the blues.
I'm going pretty mama, searching these desert now.
That's why i'm walking my baby home anyhow
I've got two woman, and you van't tell them apart.
The one in my bosom and the other one in my heart.
The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee.
And the one in my heart don't give a darn about me
I'm going pretty mama, please don't break this rule.
That's why i'm searching these deserts for the blues.
I'm going pretty mama, searching these desert now.
That's why i'm walking my baby home anyhow
I used to say a married woman.
Was the sweetest women ever born.
But i've changed that thing.
You better leave a married woman alone.
Take my advice: let a married woman be.
Cause her husband is gonna grab you, beat you reagged as a cedar tree.
I really don't believe no woman in the world do right.
Act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night
Lordy lord, oh lord
Lordy lord, oh lord
Lordy lord, oh lord
Lordy lord, oh lord
When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself.
I don't pay her no attention tell that same line to somebody else.
I'm going pretty mama, please don't break this rule.
That's why i'm searching these deserts for the blues.
I'm going pretty mama, searching these desert now.
That's why i'm walking my baby home anyhow