Papa Charlie Jackson The Faking Blues Lyrics

I got plenty of whiskey : put them up on the shelf
But I'm getting sick and tired : of 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