I'm A Guitar King

I'm a guitar king Sing the blues everywhere I go Lord, have mercy now I'm a guitar king Sing the blues everywhere I go I'm 'on sing these blues 'Till I get back to in yo' territory Now, my mama told me Son, you 'most to old Now, my mama told me Son, you 'most to old I won't forget You gotta a sow But that ain't none-a yo' business Keep it to yo'self That ain't none-a yo' business Keep it to yo'self Don't you tell yo' kid, man Please don't tell nobody else Now, I went to my baby's house Now-now, knocked upon her door Went to my baby's house Knocked upon her door What did she say? She had a nerve to tell me That she didn't want me no more I said, "That's alright, babe Anyway you do" That's alright Most an-ol-way you do If you mistreat poor Tommy I swear it's comin' back home to you It's a cryin' pity Lowdown, dirty shame It's a cryin' pity An a cryin' lowdown, dirty shame Crazy 'bout a married woman Afraid to call her name