Lord, Send Me an Angel

Good Lord, oh good Lord,
Oh, send me an angel down,
Can't spare no angel?
Will spare you a teasin' brown,
Well, that new way of loving,
Swear to God it must be best
For these Detroit women
won't let Mr. Jack White rest,
There's a crowd on the corner,
Wonder what could it be?
One thing but the women
Is trying to get to me!
I went down to the station,
Suitcase in my hand,
All the women run cryin'
Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?
Well, there was three women,
Yellow, brown, and black
Took the mayor of Detroit
to pick which one I like
One of 'em hamtramak yellow,
One of 'em detroit brown
But that southwest dark skin
Be sure to turn my damper down
Why, ticket agent ticket agent,
Where did my baby go?
Tell me what she looks like,
I'll tell you what road she's on,
Wel,l she's a long tall mama,
A mile and a half from the ground,
She's a tailor-man mama,
And she ain't no hand me down
Well, I used to say married women,
Were the sweetest women ever born,
You better change that thing,
You better leave married women alone,
Take my advice let married women,
Boy let 'em be,
Cause their husband will grab ya,
Beat your ragged ass to cedar street
I got two women,
You can't tell 'em apart,
I got one in my bosom,
And the other is in my heart,
Well, the one in my bosom,
She live in Tennessee,
And that one in my heart,
She don't give a damn for me,
I'm gonna tell you pretty mama,
Exactly who I am,
When I walk in that front door,
And hear that back door slam