Coffee Pot Blues

You can always tell: When your good gal don't want to

Be seen

Because your meals ain't ready: The house is never

Clean

Just like hunting for a needle: Buried in a bed of

Sand

That is to find a woman: Haven't got no man

Three barrels of whiskey: Mama four barrels of gin

She said the *headknots* at home: Daddy and you can't

In

It was early one morning: Just at the close of four

When dolly smith: Knocked on evelyn's door

She jumped up sweet babe: Tipped on across the floor

Hollering long tall daddy: Don't you knock no more

It was in the loving kitchen: Where they made the plot

For to poison her father and her mother: In the

Coffeepot

Then they carried the remains: Throwed it out in the

*Shore*

Killed fifteen chickens

Policeman said to freddie: What do you know about this

Says I guess: You'll have to go arrest poor dolly

Smith

Then they carried poor dolly: Put her behind the bar

Give him thirty‑nine days: Mama and that ain't all

Poor evelyn's in jail: With her back turned to the

Wall

Hollering cool kind daddy: You know you the cause it

All

I'm going to sing this time: Ain't going to sing no

More

Because my throat's got dry: Swear my tonsil's sore