The White Stripes - LORD, SEND ME AN ANGEL lyrics

rate me

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 had 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 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 well 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