Blind Willie McTell

I wrote you a letter mama,
Put it in your front yard.
I wrote you a letter,
Put it in your front yard.

I would love to come and see you but your good mans got me barred

I wrote me a letter,
To come back to Newport new.
You wrote me a letter mama,
Come back to Newport new.

To leave the town and then spread a-new.

I wrote you a letter mama,
Sent you a telegram.
I wrote you a letter mama,
Sent you a telegram.

Not to meet me in Memphis but meet me in Birmingham.

Hmm,
Hear my weeping more.
Hmm,
Hear my weeping more.

And you hear me pleading hear my greiving groan.

I want to get me,
One more drink of booze.
Oh I could get me,
One more drink of booze.

I guess it could ease these old writtin' paper blues.

I got a freight train spendin',
My mama caught a wagon behind.
I got a freight train spendin',
My mama caught a wagon behind.

'Cause you cant quit me Papa there ain't no reason in tryin'.