Lord, Send Me An Angel

Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down

Can't spare you no angel, I'll send you a teasin' brown

That new way of loving, swear it must be the best

These Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest

There was a cry on the corner, went to see what it could be

Must be some women, tryin' to get the best of me

Went down to the sheriff, suitcase in my hand

All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?"

My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too

Gonna hang round here to see what my baby gon' do

I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied

When the men see me comin', they go pin their womens to their side

Love my loving, like to get it any time of day

To get my right lovin', I'm going to south Georgia right away

I got three womens, yellow, brown and black

Take the governor of Georgia to judge which one I like

One woman's Atlanta yellow, the other is Macon brown

But the Statesboro blackskin will turn your damper1 down

So bye bye baby; I'll see you some sweet day

And you'll be sorry you drove your man away