Waters Ethel
Miscellaneous
Make Me a Pallet on the Floor
[Knock, knock, knock]
[Spoken:]
Who's there?
It's me, honey!
Get away from that door, get away from there!
Cruel daddy, please let me in
Say, broad, you got any money?
I ain't got a cent to my name
Get away from there! Get away from there!
Daddy, I'm so hungry I been out in the front yard eatin' that short gra**
Well, broad, that's too bad, really too bad you been out in the front yard eatin' that short gra**. Go in the back yard where it's longer
Um-hmm, that's all right. Remember, I knew you when you couldn't eat, and you wasn't sick. So won't you listen to what I've got to say?
Well, hurry up, broad, I ain't got but a few minutes!
I've roamed this town
Till my feet are sore;
I'm out and down
That's why I'm at your door
Won't you take me back, please, honey, do
But if you don't want me no more
Here's all I ask of you:
Don't drive me, honey, from your door
Just make me a pallet on the floor;
Why, any kind of bed, so I can rest my weary head;
Oh, please take me in your arms once more
I'm just a lonesome rollin' stone
So tired of being all alone
If it's for only one night, please, I ask you on my knees
To make me a pallet on the floor