I'm gonna tell you, baby, tell you now
If you don't want me, you don't have to dog me around
Because that old girl's mad with me, friend, but I don't care
'Cause that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
Now look-a yonder, baby, what I see?
A police and a sergeant, they is comin' after me
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I'm gonna tell you that I'm forced to take the ride
When you see me goin', baby, hang your head and cry
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I'm gonna tell the judge that I know that I done wrong
You go and get some lawyers to come and go my bond
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I know the judge is gonna give me thirty long days
I made it up in my mind, baby, to go and stay
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
I'm going out and work out my time
Because the girl I love, she's not got a dime
Because that old girl's mad with me, friends, but I don't care
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- Miscellaneous
- Robert Wilkins (Doxy Collection Remastered)
- Blues Classics
- Before the Blues, Volume 1
- Memphis Blues: 1928-1935
- The Best There Ever Was: The Legendary Early Blues...
- Guitar Blues
- The Excellence of Guitar Blues
- Original Vintage Delta Blues
- Future Blues
- Masters of Memphis Blues, CD D
- Memphis Blues Masters Two
- Blues Legends from Chicago, Louisiana, Memphis, And...
- The Best There Ever Was: The Legendary Early Blue
- Before the Blues Vol. 1
- No Way to Get Along
- My Rough & Rowdy Ways, Volume 2: Early American Rural...
- My Rough and Rowdy Ways - Vol. 2
- American Pop: Early Rural Music, Vol. 1 (1920-1940)
- The Rough Guide to Blues Legends: Blind Blake