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| Lord, Send Me an Angel |
| Written by Blind Willie McTell |
| Tabbed by Patrick Ferris |
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| Tab Definitions: |
| A: x02220 |
| A7: x02223 |
| E: 022100 |
| E7: 022130 |
| D: xx0232 |
|Dsus4: xx0233 |
| E/F#: 222100 |
| p: Pull off of note |
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Additional live lyrics are included at the bottom.
INTRO, take 1:
Rhythm: 1 2 3 + 4 1 +
Chords: A A7 E E7
INTRO, take 2:
Rhythm: 1 2 3 + 4 1 + 2 3 4 + 1 2 3 4 1
Chords: A A7 E E7 D Dsus4 D A E
RIFF:
e|----------------------
B|----------------------
G|---------2p0----------
D|-------------2p0------
A|-------0---------3-0--
E|-0-2-4----------------
VERSE 1:
A E E7 E D
Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down
A E E/F# A RIFF
Can't spare no angel, we'll send you a teasin' brown
A E E7 E D
Well, that new way of loving, swear to God, it must be best
A E E/F# A RIFF
For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest
VERSE 2:
A7
There was a crowd on the corner, wonder what could it be
Wasn't a thing, but the womens is tryin' to get to me
A7
I went down to the station, suitcase in my hand
All the women run cryin', "Mr. Jack, won't you be my man?"
VERSE 3:
A7
Well, there was three women: yellow, brown and black
Take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like
A7
One of 'em Hamtramck` yellow, one of 'em Detroit brown `A Detroit suburb pronounced "Ham-trah-mack"
But the Southwest darkskin sure to turn my damper down
VERSE 4:
"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"
"Well, she's a long tall mama, mile an' a half from the ground
She's a tailor-made mama, and she ain't no hand-me-down"
VERSE 5:
Well, I used to say married women, 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'll grab ya, beat you ragged as a cedar tree
VERSE 6:
I got two women, you can't tell 'em apart
I got one in my bosom, and the other one is in my heart
A7
Well, that one in my bosom, she lives in Tenessee
But that one in my heart, well, she don't give a darn for me
VERSE 7:
I'm gonna tell you, pretty mama, exactly who I am
When I walk in that front door, and hear that back door slam
A
ADDITIONAL VERSES SUNG LIVE (also Blind Willie's):
Well, I used to say married women, sweetest women ever born
You better change that thing, you better leave married women alone
They tell you that they love you, they love you their whole life
Grab a man on the corner and they'll tell that same lie twice
I can't be trusted, I can't be satisfied
I walk down the street, men be pinnin' women to their side
My baby's got a mojo, she's trying to keep it hid
But Jack White's got something to find that mojo with
My mother used to tell me when I was boy playing mumbleypeg` `A game played by flipping or stabbing
Don't drink no black cow's milk and don't eat no black hen's eggs a jackknife between fingers
A black man will give you a dollar, and he won't think it's nothing strange
A white man give you a dollar, he'll take back ninety-five cents change
