Weary Hearted Blues (Blind Willie McTell)

Looka here pretty mama, I'll tell you what I'll do I'll make these lots of dollars and bring 'em all home to you Now I'm weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues I'll give you my money, baby I'll admire I'll do as all for you mama, you require Still I'm weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why that I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues I'll even hold your head when you are feelin' bad I'll sing and dance for you mama, when you're sad Now I'm weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues I wanna tell all you mens nice and kind You lose your best woman, don't you fool with mine Cause I'm weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues Now a white man go to the river, take him a seat and sit down The blues overtake him, he jump overboard and drown Yes he's weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why we're cryin' these weary hearted blues Now a colored man go to the river, take him a seat and sit down He takes the blues, he come home back to town And yet he weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues I wants all you men to let my good gal alone I give her a dollar in the street and I'll give her two at home Cause I'm weary, weary hearted and blue And that's why I'm cryin' these weary hearted blues