Lord, Send Me An Angel

To anyone who ever's been locked up in a Mexican jail...... Good Lord, Good Lord Send me an angel down Can't spare no angel we'll spare your teasin' brown Well that new way of lovin' swear to God it must be best For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest There's a crowd on the corner wonder what could it be One thing but the women just tryin' to get to me I went down to the station suitcase in my hand All the women runnin', cryin' Mr. Jack wont' ya be my man. Well there was three women yellow, brown and black take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like One of um hamtramak yellow One of um Detroit brown But that southwest darkskin is sure to turn my damper down Why, ticket agent, ticket agent where did my baby go tell me what she looks like And I'll tell you what road she's on Well she's a long tall mama mile and a half from the ground she's a tailor made mama and she ain't no hand me down Well I used to say married woman sweetest women ever born you better change that thing you better leave married women alone take my advice, let married women, boy let um be cause their husband will grab ya, beat ya ragged as a cedar tree Well I got two woman you can't tell um apart I got one in my bossom and the other one is in my heart well that one in my bossom she live in Tennessee but that one in my heart she don't give a darn for me I'ma tell you pretty mama exactly who I am when I walk in that from door and hear that back door slam