And I'm goinI'm goin' and your cryin' won't make me stay
Ah the more you cry, gal. the further you drive me away
When I leave your house, pin a black crepe on your door
Tell your man I ain't dead. I ain't comin' back here no more
Ever dream that you was lucky and wake up cold in hand
I wouldn't have a mamlish dollar to give your house rent man
Take me in your arms, rub me good and slow
Take me in your arms, rub me good and slow
So you can hear them Frank Stokes' blues anywhere on earth
you go
Ahh so easy fo be easy when you are easy!
And I'm leavin' you, mama, this is the last time will I ever go
And I'm leavin' you, it's the last time I'll ever go
When the Frank Stokes' blues come around, I got a place to
go
