Black Widow Blues - Townes Van Zandt

I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord

Got a diamond-backed rattler for pa

Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans

Got a friend in Arkansas

Got a morning full of make believe

Got an evening full of time

I’ve got the hands, pretty lady

Gonna make you grieve

Lovin' gonna make you mine

Ain’t never seen your town before

And I won’t be back again

I need me a place to hide my face

From the howlin' of the wind

I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve

Got a goatskin full of wine

I got the hands, pretty lady

Gonna make you grieve

And the lovin' gonna make you mine

So light the lantern above your door

And hold your curtains wide

Take the ribbon from your hair

And lay it by your side

And I ain’t looking for a lie to believe

My own’ll do me fine

I got the hands, pretty lady

Gonna make you grieve

And the lovin' gonna make you mine

I got the hands, pretty lady

Gonna make you grieve

The lovin' gonna make you mine

Well, I got the hands, pretty lady

Gonna make you grieve

The lovin' gonna make you mine

Well, I got the hands, pretty lady

Gonna make you grieve