Rev. Gary Davis - Hesitation blues lyrics

I woke up this morning just 'bout half past four Hesitation blues was knocking on my door Tell me, how long, do I baby, have to wait Can I let you know? Why must I hesitate? Ain't no use in me working so hard I got me two good women Working in the rich folks' yard I ain't your good man Ain't your good man's son But I can get in the place of your good man 'til your good man comes Well, I ain't no miller Ain't no miller's son But I can grind a little corn 'til the miller comes I ain't no wine presser Ain't no wine presser's son But I can buy you a little groceries 'til the grocery man cames I ain't no cradle rocker Ain't no cradle rocker's son But I can do a little rockin' for you 'til the rocker man comes Well, I ain't no doctor Ain't no doctor's son But I can cure a few cases 'til the doctor comes Eagle on the dollar say, "In God We Trust" Woman flashy, wants a man but I declare She want a dollar first I ain't no bookkeeper Ain't no bookkeeper's son But I can keep a few books 'til the bookkeeper comes I ain't no milkman Ain't no milkman's son But I can keep you supplied 'til your milkman comes I ain't no chauffeur Ain't no chauffeur's son But I can do a little driving 'til your chauffeur comes Well, I ain't no back-breaker Ain't no back-breaker's son But I can stretch out my back 'til your back-breaker comes I ain't got no woman and I ain't got no kid Ain't got no daughter to be bothered with I ain't no rent payer Ain't no rent payer's son But I can scrape up a few rents 'til the rent payer comes Well, I ain't been to heaven but I've been told St. Peter learnt the angels how to do the Jelly Roll Me and my buddy and two or three more We get good women everywhere we go Well, I hitched up the mule And the mule wouldn't pull Took the hunches off the mule And put the hunches on the bull Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I'd be a fool if I quit the woman I got Because it ain't no use I got hesitating stockings Hesitating shoes I got a hesitating woman Singing me the hesitating blues My good gal quit me I ain't going to wear no black I always got something to make her Come running back Men in the country hollering, "Whoa, haw, gee!" Women in the city flying around Asking the question, "Who wants me?" Ashes to ashes and dust to dust Just show me a woman that a man can trust You know, my mother told me When I was just six years old I'm going to be a good women getter God bless your soul