Papa Charlie Jackson - The Faking Blues lyrics

I got plenty of whiskey, food, home on the shelf I got plenty of whiskey, food, home on the shelf But I get sick and tired of going to sleep by my fakin' self Now, tell me, pretty mama, tell me, please don't lie Whyn't you tell me, pretty mama, tell me, please don't lie Can your sweet papa stop by here or must I pa** on by I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I please I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I please That's the reason why give my poor heart some ease Lord, I'm going away, mama, believe me it tain't no stall Lord, I'm going away, mama, believe me it tain't no stall 'Cause I can get more women than a pa**enger train can haul Lord, I'm going to the nation, marry me an Indian squaw Lord, I'm going to the nation, marry me an Indian squaw I'm going to raise me a family, start me an Indian War I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I go I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I go Tell you the reason I sing 'em, my sweet mama don't love me no more Lord, I went to the river, took a chair, baby, sat down Lord, I went to the river, took a chair, baby, sat down I thought about my fakin' jelly roll and come on back to town