Lord, Send Me An Angel

good lord, good lord

send me an angel down

can't spare no angel

will spare you a teasin' brown

well that new way of loving

swear to god it must be best

for these detroit women won't let mr. jack white rest

there's a crowd on the corner

wonder what could it be

one thing but the womens is trying to get to me

I went down to the station

suitcase in my hand

all the women run cryin'

Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?

well there was three women

yellow, brown and black

take the mayor of detroit to pick which one I like

one of 'em hamtramak yellow

one of 'em detroit brown

but that southwest dark skin sure to turn my damper down

why, ticket agent ticket agent

where did my baby go

tell me what she looks like

I'll tell you what road she's on

well she's a long tall mama

a mile and a half from the ground

she's a tailor-man mama

and she ain't no hand me down

well I used to say

married women

sweetest women never born

you better change that thing

you better leave married women alone

take my advice let married women

boy let 'em be

cause their husband will grab ya

beat your ragged ass to cedar street

I got two women

you can't tell 'em apart

I got one in my bosom

and the other is in my heart

well that one in my bosom

she live in tennessee

well that one in my heart

she don't give a darn for me

I'm gonna tell you pretty mama

exactly who I am

when I walk in that front door

and hear that back door slam