| Song | Statesboro Blues - Live At The Fillmore East/1971 |
| Artist | The Allman Brothers Band |
| Album | Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues: The Allman Brothers Band |
| 作曲 : Blind Willie McTell | |
| 作词 : Blind Willie McTell | |
| Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. | |
| You got no nerve baby, to turn uncle john from your door. | |
| I woke up this morning, i had them statesboro blues, | |
| I woke up this morning, had them statesboro blues. | |
| Well, i looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too. | |
| Well my momma died and left me, | |
| My poppa died and left me, | |
| I ain't good looking baby, | |
| Want someone sweet and kind. | |
| I'm goin' to the country, baby do you wanna go? | |
| But if you can't make it baby, your sister lucille said she wanna go. | |
| (and i sure will take her). | |
| I love that woman, better than any woman i've ever seen; | |
| Well, i love that woman, better than any woman i've ever seen. | |
| Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
| I treat her like a dog gone queen. | |
| Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. | |
| Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. | |
| You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door. |
| zuò qǔ : Blind Willie McTell | |
| zuò cí : Blind Willie McTell | |
| Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. | |
| You got no nerve baby, to turn uncle john from your door. | |
| I woke up this morning, i had them statesboro blues, | |
| I woke up this morning, had them statesboro blues. | |
| Well, i looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too. | |
| Well my momma died and left me, | |
| My poppa died and left me, | |
| I ain' t good looking baby, | |
| Want someone sweet and kind. | |
| I' m goin' to the country, baby do you wanna go? | |
| But if you can' t make it baby, your sister lucille said she wanna go. | |
| and i sure will take her. | |
| I love that woman, better than any woman i' ve ever seen | |
| Well, i love that woman, better than any woman i' ve ever seen. | |
| Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah, | |
| I treat her like a dog gone queen. | |
| Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. | |
| Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. | |
| You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door. |