Talkin' To Myself

Scat ...
 Good Lord, good Lord, send me an Angel down
 "Can't spare you no angel but I'll sure send you a teasin' brown"
 That new way of lovin', mama it must be best
 These-a Georgia women just won't let Mr. Samuel rest
 Look at the crowds out on the corner, wondered who could it be?
 It wasn't a thing but the women trying to get to me
 I even went down to the depot, with my suitcase in my hand
 Crowd of women runned crying: "Mr. Samuel won't you be my man"?
 My Mama she told me when I was a boy playin' mumble peg
 "Don't drink no black cow's milk, don't you eat no black hen's egg
 Black man give you a dollar mama, he won't think its nothin' strange
 yellow
 man will give a dollar but he'll want back ninety-five cents change
 If they call me cheater, pretty boy I'll real cheat you
 If you will allow me a chance, I'll gnaw your backbone half in two
 I took a trip out on the ocean, want the sound of the deep blue sea
 I found a crab with a swim trying to do the
 shimmy
 I want to tell you something mama, seem mighty doggone strange
 You done made me mess around gal and break my jojo string
 Honey I ain't gonna be the old work ox no more
 You done 'mess around' let your doggone ox get hauled
 My mama she got a
 mojo, place she try to keep it hid
 Papa Samuel got something to find that mojo with
 I even heard a rumblin', deep down in the ground
 It wasn't a thing but the women tryin' to run me down