Seminole Blues

Tampa Red

Compositor: Hudson Whittaker

My baby's gone : won't be back no more
She left me this morning : she caught that Seminole

I got the blues so bad : it hurt my tongue to talk
I would follow my baby : but it hurt my feet to walk

She give me her love : even let me draw her pay
She was a real good woman : but unkindness drove her away

I got the Seminole blues : leaving on my mind
I'm going to find my baby : if I have to ride the blinds

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