Special Rider Blues (Son House)

Well, I'm goin' away, honey, I won't be back no more Well, I'm goin' away, honey, I won't be back no more When I leave this time, I'm gonna hang crepe on your door Well, look-y here, hon', I won't be your dog no more Well, look-y here, hon', I won't be your dog no more Excuse me, honey, for knockin' on your door I say your hair ain't curly and your doggone eyes ain't blue You know your hair ain't curly and your doggone eyes ain't blue Well, if you don't want me, what the world I want with you? Say, look-y here, baby, you ought not to dog me around I say look-y here, baby, you ought not to dog me around If I had my belongings I would leave this old bad-luck town You know that's a shame, what a low-down, dirty shame Don't you know that's a shame? What a low-down, dirty shame You know I'm sorry today that I ever knowed your name