Blind Lemon Jefferson - Booster Blues lyrics

Honey, my left foot itchin', somethin's goin' on wrong My right foot itchin' mean I just can't be here long I thought I'd write, but it's the best to telephone I say I thought I would write, it's best to telephone For that fast mail train can carry your sugar so far from home Girl, I can't live right, I ain't gon' try no more Well, I can't live right, ain't gon' try no more This woman's left town and she ain't comin' back no more I went to the depot and I set my suitcase down Well I went to the depot and set my suitcase down I thought about my baby and the tears come rollin' down I said, "Ticket Agent, how long is your train been gone?" Oh, I said, "Ticket Agent, how long's your train been gone?" Say, "Yonder go the train that your fair brown left here on" I couldn't buy no ticket but I walked on through the door I couldn't buy me no ticket but I walked on through the door Well my baby's left town, she ain't comin' here no more I got up this mornin', my sho' enough on my mind I say, I got up this mornin' with my sho' enough on my mind Had to raise a conversation with the landlady to keep from cryin' Excuse me, woman, I won't say this no more I say excuse me, woman, I won't say this no more I'm fixin to leave town and hang crepe on your door