Hesitation Blues - Rev. Gary Davis

I woke up this morning just 'bout half past four

Hesitation blues was knocking on my door

Tell me, how long, do I baby, have to wait

Can I let you know?

Why must I hesitate?

Ain’t no use in me working so hard

I got me two good women

Working in the rich folks' yard

I ain’t your good man

Ain’t your good man’s son

But I can get in the place of your good man

'til your good man comes

Well, I ain’t no miller

Ain’t no miller’s son

But I can grind a little corn

'til the miller comes

I ain’t no wine presser

Ain’t no wine presser’s son

But I can buy you a little groceries

'til the grocery man cames

I ain’t no cradle rocker

Ain’t no cradle rocker’s son

But I can do a little rockin' for you

'til the rocker man comes

Well, I ain’t no doctor

Ain’t no doctor’s son

But I can cure a few cases

'til the doctor comes

Eagle on the dollar say, «In God We Trust»

Woman flashy, wants a man but I declare

She want a dollar first

I ain’t no bookkeeper

Ain’t no bookkeeper’s son

But I can keep a few books

'til the bookkeeper comes

I ain’t no milkman

Ain’t no milkman’s son

But I can keep you supplied

'til your milkman comes

I ain’t no chauffeur

Ain’t no chauffeur’s son

But I can do a little driving

'til your chauffeur comes

Well, I ain’t no back-breaker

Ain’t no back-breaker's son

But I can stretch out my back

'til your back-breaker comes

I ain’t got no woman and I ain’t got no kid

Ain’t got no daughter to be bothered with

I ain’t no rent payer

Ain’t no rent payer’s son

But I can scrape up a few rents

'til the rent payer comes

Well, I ain’t been to heaven but I’ve been told

St. Peter learnt the angels how to do the Jelly Roll

Me and my buddy and two or three more

We get good women everywhere we go

Well, I hitched up the mule

And the mule wouldn’t pull

Took the hunches off the mule

And put the hunches on the bull

Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

I’d be a fool if I quit the woman I got

Because it ain’t no use

I got hesitating stockings

Hesitating shoes

I got a hesitating woman

Singing me the hesitating blues

My good gal quit me

I ain’t going to wear no black

I always got something to make her

Come running back

Men in the country hollering, «Whoa, haw, gee!»

Women in the city flying around

Asking the question, «Who wants me?»

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Just show me a woman that a man can trust

You know, my mother told me

When I was just six years old

I’m going to be a good women getter

God bless your soul