I’ve traveled for miles around
Seems like everybody wanna put me down
Because I’m a bluesman
But I’m a good man, understand
I went down to the bus station
Look upon the wall
My money is to light people
Couldn’t go no where at all
I’m a bluesman
But I’m a good man, understand
The burden that I carry, oh is so heavy
It seems like ain’t nobody in this great big world
That would wanna, wanna help old B.
Hey, but I’ll, I would be all right people
Just give me a break, good things come
The those wait, and I’ve waited a long time
I’m a bluesman
But I’m a good man, understand
When that midnight hour went chiming, I was in my room alone
Yes, when that midnight hour went chiming, I was in my room alone
Yes, and when I came home this evening, I found my baby gone
Oh, I laid my head on my pillow, I gazed up at the stars up above
Yes, I laid my head on my pillow, yes, lookin’ up at the stars above
I tell you it’s a miserable feeling, oh, when you lose the one you love
Oh, I get the blues at midnight, oh there’s one thing I can’t describe
Oh, I get the blues at midnight, oh there’s one thing I can’t describe
Yes, and when you look at your baby’s picture, oh, tears will come from your eyes
People, I was standing at my window, tears running all down my cheeks
Yes, standing at my window, tears running all down my cheeks
Well, I could see the woman I’m loving, stopping everyone in the world she meets
Well, standing on the corner, between 35th and Main
Well, standing on the corner, people, between 35th and Main
Yeah, that’s where a blind man’s seen my woman, people, a dumb man called her name
He said, “Oh, I’m blind, you brought eyesight and made me see”
“Oh, I’m blind, you brought eyesight and made me see”
Yes, and the dumb man asked a question, “Woman, who may your good man be?”
Yes, I’m standing by trembling, people, people, my heart’s laying in my hand
I’m standing by trembling, darling, with my heart’s laying in my hand
Well, I could hear my baby say, “Lord, I ain’t got no man”
Hey, fellas, yes, you, fellas, listen to me, i got something to tell you
And i want you to listen to every word and govern yourselves accordingly
Now, you see these girls with these fine diamonds, fine furs and fine clothes
Well, theyre looking for a husband and youre listening to a man who knows
They aint foolin, and if you fool around with them
Youre gonna get yourself in a schoolin
Listen, if she saves you dough, and wont go to the show
Beware
If shes easy to kiss and wont resist
Beware
And if you go for a walk, and she listens while you talk
Shes tryin to hook you
And nobodys lookin and she asks you to taste her cookin
Dont do it, dont do it
And if you go to a show and she wants to sit in the back row
Bring her down front, bring her right down front
If you wanna go for a snack, and she wants to sit in the booth in the back
Beware
And listen, if shes used to caviar and fine silk
When you go out with her she wanna a hot dog and a malted milk
Shes trying to get you
If youre used to goin to carnegie hall, but when you take her out night clubing
All she wants is one meatball
You better take it easy
If she grabs your hand and says, darling, youre such a nice man
Beware, im telling you
(Should i tell them no more?)
(Tell them everything)
You better listen to me cause im telling you whats being put down
You better pick up on it
If her sister calls your brother, you better get further
Im telling you, you better watch it
And if shes acting kind of wild, and she says, darling, give me a trial
Dont you do it, dont be weak, dont give it to her
And if she smiles in your face and just melts into place
Let her melt, forget it, let her melt
(Should i tell them no more?)
(Tell them everything)
Now listen, if she calls you up on the phone, and says,
Darling, are you all alone?
Tell her, no, no, ive got two, three women with me
Dont pay no attention to women
Stand up for your right, be a man, be a man
(Are you listening?)
If you turn out the lights and she dont fight
Thats the end, its too late
Shes got you hooked, you might as well stick with her
(Should i tell them no more?)
If you get home about two and dont know what to do
You pull back the curtains, and the whole familys looking at you
Get your business straight
Set the date, dont be late
Brother, beware, beware, beware
Brother, you better beware
I met a fine beautician, in a very fine condition
She was long and lean, and you know what that means
She’s a good lovin’ mama, a hard workin’ woman
She makes a lot of money, I don’t have to worry about a thing
She works hard all day, dressin’ hair
Man you can bet, I want to get somewhere
With my good lovin’ mama, my hard workin’ woman
She makes a lot of money, I don’t have a worry about a thing
I meet the finest woman, from everywhere
Because my baby, dress their hair
I’ll be her lover boy, she treats me like a king
She makes a lot of money, don’t have to worry about a thing
Yes, she keeps her hair, so neat and fine
And every pound of her is mine
I’ll be her lover boy, I’ll be happy as a king
She makes a lot of money, don’t have to worry about a thing