I Don't Know

This song was introduced to me by the late Cripple Clarence Lofton, titled "I Don't Know"

I'm gettin' sick and tired of the way you do

Good kind papa gotta poison you

Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed

Wake up one of these mornings, find your own self dead

She said, 'You shouldn't say that'

I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'

She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know,'

My-oh-my-oh-my

I don't know, what my baby puttin' down

The woman I love, she got dimples in her jaws

The clothes she's wearin' is made out of the best of cloths

She can take and wash, she can hang 'em upside the wall

She can throw 'em out the window

And run out and catch 'em a little bit before they fall;

Sometimes I think you has your habits on

She said, 'You shouldn't say that'

I said, 'What should I say to make you mad this time, baby?'

My-oh-my-oh-my

I don't know, what my baby puttin' down

My papa told me, my mother sat down and cried

Say, 'You're too young a man, son, to have the many women you got'

I looked at my mother then, I didn't even crack a smile

I say, 'If the women kill me, I don't mind dyin'

The woman I love, I won the week before last

The woman I love I've got out of class

I thought I won you, baby, a long time ago

If you don't watch your step, I'm gonna have to let you go

She said, 'You shouldn't say that'

I said, 'What should I say this time, baby?'

She says, 'Mmmmmm, I don't know'

I don't know, I don't know what my baby puttin' down, puttin' down