Five Month Along Blues

Yeah, take it on home, babe
Take it home to sleep
Yeah, take it on back
And all your troubles keep
Well if anything I said
And the doc knows we ain't wed
And your five months along
And everyone can see
Everybody but me



Thank God for your papa
Yeah, bless your papa
He be knockin' down my door
'Cause it's anything I said
You and I ain't wed and
Doctor he can see
Your five months from me
With my little baby girl on the way
And I'm goin' to stay



Where the money gonna come from
Where the money gonna stay
Can't keep it under the pillow
Can't take it to the bank
I ain't got the license
And you ain't go the means to get around
Thank god for your papa
Gone to work
He'd kill me if he was around



Yeah my woman she been given me
Straight hooks all night
I be sitting at the table
She be pretending ain't nobody around
Clothes out on the line and
No one stayed behind and
???? come for free
Ain't enough money for for him, for you,
Your papa, your mama and me



So take it back girl
Take it on the sleeping bed
Take it back little girl
And everything I said
Thank god your papa at war
He'd be busting down the door
He'd be madder than hell
Your father, he'd be too mad
Because I'd be dead