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"Good Lord, Good Lord, send me a angel down." "Can't spare you no angel, but I'll spare you a teasin' brown." "Ticket agent, ticket agent, how long that train been gone? Ticket agent, tell me the road she's on." I went to the station with my guitar in my hand Crowd of women run to me, said, "Mr. Weaver, won't you be my man?" There's a crowd on the corner, d'you reckon, who could it be? Wasn't nothin' but a crowd of women tryin' to get to me This new way of lovin', Great God, it must be best 'Cause Atlanta women just won't let poor Curley Weaver rest My baby, she got a mojo, tryin' to keep it hid Papa Weaver got somethin' to find that doggone mojo with My Mama, she told me, I's a boy playin' mumble-peg "Don't drink no black cow's milk, don't eat no black hen's egg." Let me tell you, good buddy, double-crossin' women will do They will have your buddy, come on play all sick on you I don't believe no woman in the whole round world do right Act like a angel in the daytime, but they's hell at night


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