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"Searching the Desert for the Blues"
A haunting guitar blues sung by "Blind" Willie McTell in 1932. At that time he was known as "Hot Shot Willie."

Here with with Ruby Glaze singing occasional interjections (her spoken remarks are in parentheses)

You may search the ocean, you might go across 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 dark night showers of rain

I left her at the station wringing her hands and crying
I told her she had a home, just as long as I got mine

(That makes me feel so good baby)

I've got two women, and you can't tell them apart
I've got one in my bosom, the other one in my heart

(Now I'm gonna punch you in the nose!)

The one in my bosom, she's in Tennessee
And the one in my heart, don't even give a darn for me

(I'm gonna find that one in Tennessee)

I used to say a married woman was the sweetest woman ever born
But I've changed that thing, you better let married women alone

(How come?)

Take my advice: let these married women be
or their husband'll grab you and beat you ragged as a cedar tree

(Aw he'll run like the devil if you do)

When a woman say she love you 'bout good as she do herself,
I don't pay her no attention, tell that same lie to somebody else

(I won't baby, take me until you can do better)

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

(Baby try to believe in me, I'll treat you right)

I'm going, pretty Mama, please don't break this rule;
that's why I'm searching these deserts for the blues

(Don't go)

I'm going, pretty Mama, searching these deserts now
That's why I'm walking my baby home anyhow

(Make me feel like crying when you talk like that)
Sure enough, that's too bad baby

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 lie to somebody else

(I haven't got anyone else to tell it to Baby)

Goodbye Mama, I'm going to leave you

(Stay with me Daddy)

Lord, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord.

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