Cleanhead’s Blues

Folks call me mister Cleanhead 'cause my head is bald on top Folks call me mister Cleanhead 'cause my head is bald on top And every week I save a dollar When I walk by that barber shop If it wasn't for you women I'd have my curly locks today If it wasn't for you women I'd have my curly locks today But I've been hugged kissed and petted Till all my hair was rubbed away When it starts to gettin' wetter My head gets kinda cold I try to grow a little hair When I care to save my soul When it comes to gettin' summer I get such a pretty tan You can hear all the women holler Where I can find that Cleanhead man? Yes they call me mister Cleanhead 'cause I've been bald a long long time But I don't need to worry You'll get yours and brother I know I'll get mine Now you heard my story And I hope you'll understand Why you hear all the women holler Where can I find that Cleanhead man?