An’ won’t let me go.
I wake up dis mornin’,
Feet half-way out de bed,
Lawd, I wake up dis mornin’,
Oh, de blues you give me
Sho’ gonna kill me dead.
Left Wing’s story of his wanderings does not omit, of course, the woman part of his “lovin’ worl’.” Try as he might to sing of other experiences, inevitably he would swing back to his old theme.
I ruther be dead
In six feet o’ clay,
Than to see my baby,