Bad Luck Blues (Blind Lemon Jefferson)

I wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes Doggone my bad luck soul Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes I mean sufficient, talking about clothes Well, I wanna go home, but I ain't got sufficient clothes I bet my money and I lost it, Lord, it's so Doggone my bad luck soul Mm, lost it, ain't it so? I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now I'll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more Mama, I can't gamble, son, why don't you quit tryin'? Doggone my bad luck soul Mmm, why don't you quit tryin'? Why don't you quit, I mean tryin'? That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch that Santa Fe Doggone my bad luck soul Sugar, you catch that Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground Doggone my bad luck soul Hey, five feet from the ground Five feet from the, I mean ground She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today Doggone my bad luck soul I ain't seen my sugar, three long weeks today Three long weeks to, I mean day, girl It's been so long, seems like my heart's goin' break I'm gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe Doggone my bad luck soul Mm, Lord, that Santa Fe I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe Be on my way to what they call lovin' Tennessee