I got plenty of whiskey: Put them up on the shelf
But I'm getting sick and tired? Bf doing??? by my
Faking self

Now tell me pretty mama: Tell me please don't lie
Can your sweet papa stop by here: Or must I pass on by

I got the faking blues: Going to sing them anywhere I
Please
That's the reason why: Give my poor heart some ease

Lord I'm going away mama: Believe me it ain't stall
Because I can get more women: Than a passenger can haul

Lord I'm going to the nation: Buy me an indian squaw
I'm going to raise me a family: Got me an indian ma

I got the faking blues: Sing them anywhere I go
Tell you the reason I sing them: My sweet mama don't
Love me no more

Lord I went to the river: Looking for a place to set
Down
I thought about my faking jellyroll: Come on back to tow