Tea Bag Blues

Well, it's awful cold outside
 I'm cold at home tonight
 Walkin' up an' down by my poor self
 God you know this just ain't right
 Gonna boil myself a tea bag
 Gonna boil myself a tea bag
 And if you moze over my way
 I will boil you off a tea bag, too
 Well I've come from Oklahoma
 Where the dust and gravel blow
 I've got gals with booseleg rotgut
 But man I never did learn to know
 Just how to boil me off a tea bag
 How to simmer up a tea bag
 And if you'll ease over my way
 I will boil you off a tea bag, too
 I rode the trains and the busses
 I rode the roads I rose the blinds
 Hit every kind of bag and satchel
 I used every bait I could find
 Never did think about no tea bag
 Never did see no tea bag
 But if you'll ooze over closer
 Yes, I'll boil you off a tea bag, too
 I've used beer, and wine, and coffee
 Buttermilk, sodie, and rum
 And I've rolled them every color
 Seen them go before they come
 Learnin' how to use a tea bag
 How to dip a tea bag
 Babe, if you'll sneak over my way
 I'm gonna strain your little tea bag, too
 Learnin' how to dip my tea bag
 How to soak up my tea bag
 And I'm up north in New York City
 Singin' my lonesome tea bag blues