Right Of Way Blues

I hate to hear my good gal call my name

I say, I hate to hear my good gal call my name

She don't call so loud but she call so nice and plain

Well, the train I ride, eighteen coaches long

Mama, the train I ride, eighteen coaches long

And the girl that I love, she's just now leavin' home

Got a high-brown girl, loves to ride away somewhere

Got a high-brown girl, loves to ride away somewhere

I got a high-brown girl, loves to ride away somewhere

Man, what's worryin' me, she thinks she's a millionaire

Don't never drive a stranger 'way from your door

Baby, don't never drive a stranger from your door

It could be your best friend, mama, you don't know

"Don't tell no stories, please don't tell no lie

Don't tell no stories, please don't tell no lie

Did my gal stop here?" "No your little mama kept on by"

Ah, if you don't love me, pretty mama, don't run no stall

Said, girl, if you don't love me, mama, don't run no stall

There's a whole lots of women just rarin' for your downfall