Black Muddy Woman

Black muddy woman going up and down. Why you come to this part of town? Hey, black muddy woman, the pay is too high For your type to be hanging around. Oh, if you turn to mama, wonder what you Did wrong when you took my house down with A swell. Yeah, you ain't a city girl or a city Girl's daughter. Don't you think your own mama can Tell? Hey, why you cleaning up the street like You got no home? You ain't a city girl. Don't think your own mama would know? Well, you left the river bend for so long, Like you done somebody some wrong. Hey, black muddy woman, why don't you come home? Black muddy woman, come home. All right. Black muddy woman went to Kansas and Arkansas, Then you came to blow down my door. Oh, the lily couldn't hold you, so you took My house. Muddy woman, I still want you some More. You're a Mississippi queen and you're acting so Mean, left me stranded with a bucket of hell. Yeah, you ain't a city girl or a city Girl's daughter. Don't you think your own mama can Tell? Hey, why you hanging out on the street Like you got no home? You ain't a city girl. Don't you think your own mama would know? Well, you left the wind here for so long, Like you done somebody some wrong. Hey, black muddy woman, why don't you come home? Black muddy woman, come home. Yeah. I said, hey, yeah, black muddy woman, Come home. Yeah, I said, hey, Yeah, black muddy woman, come home. Thank you. That one goes out to Martin Bedford. Uh, make some noise for Martin Bedford. Uh, Martin, when he--when I first moved to Town, he asked me, "Hey, uh, is that an Old blues song?" And I said, um, "No, it's Actually--I, I wrote it, but I was trying To make it sound like an old blues song." And, uh, and I think we--I think that's Cool that he asked that question, 'cause that's Exactly what was going for.