Tea Bag Blues
Words by Woody Guthrie,
Music by Corey Harris
Contact Publisher - Woody Guthrie Publications/BMG Chrysalis
Well, it’s awful cold outside
I’m cold at home tonight
Walkin up an’ down by my poor self
God you know this just ain’t right
Gonna boil myself a teabag
Gonna boil myself a teabag
And if you moze over my way
I will boil you off a tea bag, too.
Well I’ve come from Oklahoma
Where the dust and gravel blow
I’ve got gals with booseleg rotgut
But man I never did learn to know
Just how to boil me off a teabag
How to simmer up a teabag
And if you’ll ease over my way
I will boil you off a teabag, too.
I rode the trains and the busses
I rode the rods I rode the blinds
Hit every kind of bag and satchel
I used every bait I could find
Never did think about no tea bag
Never did see no tea bag
But if you’ll ooze over closer
Yes, I’ll boil you off a teabag, too.
I’ve used beer, and wine, and coffee,
Buttermilk, sodie, and rum,
And I’ve rolled them every color
Seen them go before they come
Learnin’ how to use a tea bag
How to dip a tea bag
Babe, if you’ll sneak over my way
I’m gonna strain your little tea bag, too.
Learnin’ how to dip my tea bag
How to soak up my tea bag
And I’m up north in New York City
Singin’ my lonesome tea bag blues.
© Copyright Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI) & Njimba Music (ASCAP)
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