Right Of Way Blues

I hate to hear my good gal call my name
 I say, I hate to hear my good gal call my name
 She don't call so loud but she call so nice and plain
 Well, the train I ride, eighteen coaches long
 Mama, the train I ride, eighteen coaches long
 And the girl that I love, she's just now leavin' home
 Got a high-brown girl, loves to ride away somewhere
 Got a high-brown girl, loves to ride away somewhere
 I got a high-brown girl, loves to ride away somewhere
 Man, what's worryin' me, she thinks she's a millionaire
 Don't never drive a stranger 'way from your door
 Baby, don't never drive a stranger from your door
 It could be your best friend, mama, you don't know
 "Don't tell no stories, please don't tell no lie
 Don't tell no stories, please don't tell no lie
 Did my gal stop here?" "No your little mama kept on by"
 Ah, if you don't love me, pretty mama, don't run no stall
 Said, girl, if you don't love me, mama, don't run no stall
 There's a whole lots of women just rarin' for your downfall