Searching the Desert for the Blues

You may search the ocean, you might go 'cross the deep blue sea But Mama, you'll never find another hot shot like me I followed my baby from the station to the train And the blues came down like night and showered me I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying I told her she had a home, just as long as I had mine I've got two women, and you can't tell them apart I've got one in my bossom, and one I got in my heart The one in my bossom, she's in Tennessee And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me I used to say a married woman was the sweetest thing that ever been born But I've changed that thing, you better leave married women alone Take my advice: let these married women be 'Cause their husbands'll grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself, I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else I really don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right, act like an angel in the daytime, mess by the ditch at night I'm going, pretty mama, please don't break this rule; that's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues I'm going, pretty mama, searching these deserts now That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow Lord, oh Lord Lordy, Lordy, Lord Oh Lordy Lord Lord, Lord, Lord When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself, I don't pay her no attention, tell that same line to somebody else Lord, Lord Lord, Lord, Lord