Write Me a Few of Your Lines

Fred McDowell

in G

Play with a slide in Open G tuning

G
CWhen you get home, Baby,
CPlease, sit down and write me a few of your lines.
G
CWhen you get home, Darlin',
CWrite me a few of your lines.
G
DIt will be consolation,
CTo my worried mind.
Bb__B_C

Your gonna find my suitcase,
Layin up on your shelf,
Your gonna find my suitcase,
Layin up on your shelf,
The way I treat you,
Better get you somebody else.

I'm going to call up China,
See if my baby's over there.
I'm going to call up China,
See if my baby's over there.
I had a letter this morning, said she
Must have feed(?) the youngsters(?) down there.

I left my baby,
Standing in a brownstone crying.
I left my baby,
back in New York crying.
I never felt so sorry,
Until you said "good bye".

I'll go down to the River,
Fall down on the ground,
I'll go down to the River,
Fall down on the ground,
Let the weight of the water,
Wash my trouble down.

Lord, have mercy,
On my weak-ass soul,
Lord, have mercy,
On my weak-ass soul,
You know I wouldn't mistreat you,
For my weight in gold.