Zetetter Blues
Jesse Thomas

Way down in Louisiana behind the rising sun (2)
I met a  pretty little stranger, I thought she was the only one

I asked her to mary me, she was looking so fine (2)
She said: I'm sorry, Mister, you have to see that mother of mine
That mother of mine

I went to her mother, told her what Zetetter said (2)
Her mother looked at me, and began to take it easy

She said: I'm sorry, Mister, if my daugther lied to you (2)
She's three times seven, and she knows what she wanna do

I left her mother standing in the door way crying (2)
She said: Mister, please, don't mistreat that child of mine

Zetetter, why did you lie to me?
Never told me nothing 'bout the other guy
Zetetter, why did you lie to me?
I got you mistreat me so bad
Nice is  I tried to be


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