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   alles-uke.de