Coffee Pot Blues

You can always tell: When your good gal don't want to
Be seen
Because your meals ain't ready: The house is never
Clean

Just like hunting for a needle: Buried in a bed of
Sand
That is to find a woman: Haven't got no man

Three barrels of whiskey: Mama four barrels of gin
She said the *headknots* at home: Daddy and you can't
In

It was early one morning: Just at the close of four
When dolly smith: Knocked on evelyn's door

She jumped up sweet babe: Tipped on across the floor
Hollering long tall daddy: Don't you knock no more

It was in the loving kitchen: Where they made the plot
For to poison her father and her mother: In the
Coffeepot

Then they carried the remains: Throwed it out in the
*Shore*
Killed fifteen chickens

Policeman said to freddie: What do you know about this
Says I guess: You'll have to go arrest poor dolly
Smith

Then they carried poor dolly: Put her behind the bar
Give him thirty‑nine days: Mama and that ain't all

Poor evelyn's in jail: With her back turned to the
Wall
Hollering cool kind daddy: You know you the cause it
All

I'm going to sing this time: Ain't going to sing no
More
Because my throat's got dry: Swear my tonsil's sore