Lord, Send Me An Angel (Blind Willie McTell)

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down Can't spare you no angel, I'll send you a teasin' brown That new way of loving, swear it must be the best These Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest There was a cry on the corner, went to see what it could be Must be some women, tryin' to get the best of me Went down to the sheriff, suitcase in my hand All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?" My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too Gonna hang round here to see what my baby gon' do I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied When the men see me comin', they go pin their womens to their side Love my loving, like to get it any time of day To get my right lovin', I'm going to south Georgia right away I got three womens, yellow, brown and black Take the governor of Georgia to judge which one I like One woman's Atlanta yellow, the other is Macon brown But the Statesboro blackskin will turn your damper1 down So bye bye baby; I'll see you some sweet day And you'll be sorry you drove your man away