Writing Paper Blues - Blind Willie McTell

I wrote you a letter, mama

Put it in your front yard

I wrote you a letter

Put it in your front yard

I would love to come and see you

But your good man’s got me barred

You wrote me a letter

To come back the Newport noon

You wrote me a letter, mama

Come back the Newport noon

To leave the town

And don’t spread the news

I wrote you a letter, mama

Sent you a telegram

I wrote you a letter, mama

Sent you a telegram

Not to meet me in Memphis

But meet me in Birmingham

Um, hear me weep and moan

Um, hear me weep and moan

Don’t you hear my pleading?

Hear me grieve and groan

If I could get me one more drink of booze

If I could get me one more drink of booze

I guess it would ease these ol' writin' paper blues

I caught a freight train special

My mama caught a pass’ger behind

Caught a freight train special

My mama caught a pass’ger behind

Said you can’t quit me papa

There ain’t no need in tryin'