Saint Martha Blues - Otis Taylor

My great grandfather back in Lake Providence Louisiana

He was lynched

Not only was he lynched

They took his body and they tore it apart

And they went to his wife, Martha Jones

To tell her where she could find her husband

Poor, poor Martha

Poor Martha

Poor Martha Jones

She got to go downtown

She got to go

She got to and find her husband

They came to the door

They took, they took him away

They hung him

They hung him from the highest tree

They tore

They tore his poor body

They tore his poor body apart

They tore

They tore his poor body

They tore his poor body apart

Poor, poor Martha

Poor, saint poor Martha Jones

Poor, poor, poor Martha

She got to go

She got to go and find

She got to go and find

She got, got to go and find her husband

She walking all over town

She walking

She walking

She walking all over town

She’s dragging

Ohhh she’s dragging that babe behind her

She got to go

She got to go and find her husband

Ohhh Martha

Poor saint Martha

She got to go

She got to go

She got

She got

She got

She got

She got to go and find

She got to go and find

She got to go