Ax Sweet Mama (Ry Cooder)

Well, I ax sweet mama, let me be her kid She said "I might but I'd like to keep it hid" Well, she looked at me, she began to smile She says "I thought I might use you for my man awhile But just don't let my husband catch you there I say, just don't let my husband catch you there" Well, I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I never saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk I ain't never saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk Well, I ain't saw no whiskey The blues made me sloppy drunk Well, some said it was beans, some said it was greens But it's slow consumption killin' you by degrees It's slow consumption killin' you by degrees