Big Bill Broonzy - Big Bill Blues Lyrics
Lord my hair's a-rising, my flesh begins to crawlAw my hair's a-rising, my flesh begin to crawlI had a dream last night baby, another mule in my doggone stallNow there's some people said the Big Bill blues ain't badNow some people said the Big Bill blues ain't badLord it must not have been them Big Bill blues they hadLord I wonder what's the matter, papa Bill can't get no mailLord wonder what's the matter now, papa Bill can't get no mailLord the post office must be on fire, the mailman must undoubtedly be in jailI can't be a wagon, since you ain't gonna be a muleMmmm can't be a wagon mama, since you ain't gonna be a muleI ain't gonna fix up your black tradition, I ain't gonna be your doggone fool