Jim Strainer Blues

歌詞

Oh Jim Strainer told Lula, on a Friday night Oh Jim Strainer told Lula, on a Friday night Lula if I catch you with the Willie, Lula I'm going to steal you life Oh roll Mr hearseman, Mr hearseman roll slow Oh roll Mr hearseman, Mr hearseman roll slow I want to see the last of poor Lula, Mr hearseman before you go I followed poor Lula, Lord to that burying ground I followed poor Lula, Lord to that burying ground I stood and watched the graveyard diggers, ease poor Lula down I never have seen, Lord such a sight before I never have seen, Lord such a sight before When Jim Strainer killed poor Lula, it was on that barroom floor Lord poor Willie left there laughing, poor Jim left there crying Willie left here laughing, poor Jim left there crying Willie got fifteen years, poor Jim got ninety-nine I'm singing this tune, I ain't gonna play it no more I'm singing this tune, Lord I ain't gonna pick it no more Jim Strainer killed poor Lula, I'm booked out and bound to go