Now asks sweet mama
Lemme be her kid
She says, 'I might get boogied
Like to keep it hid'
Well, she looked at me
She be-gin to smile
Says, 'I thought I would use you
For my man a while
'Tha-at you just don't my husband
Catch you there
Now, just-just don't let my
Husband catch you there'
Now, went upstair
To pack my leavin' trunk
I never saw no whiskey
The blues done made me, sloppy drunk
Say, I never saw no whiskey
Blues done made me sloppy drunk
Now, I never saw no whiskey
But the blues done made me sloppy drunk
Now some said, disease
Some said it was, degree'in
But it's the slow consumption
k**in' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
k**in' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's k**in' you by degrees