Special Rider Blues
Son House
Not to be confused with the same title by Skip James!
Open G
Well, I’m goin’ away, honey, I won’t be back no more
Well, look-y here, honey, I won’t be your dog no more
When I leave this time, I’m gonna hang crepe on your door
Well look-y here honey,
I won’ be your dog no more.
Well look-y here honey,
I won’ be your dog no more.
Excuse me, honey, for knockin’ on your door
I say your hair ain’t curly and your doggone eyes ain’t blue
You know your hair ain’t curly and your doggone eyes ain’t blue
Well, if you don’t want me, what in the world should I want with you
Say, look-y here, baby, you ought not to dog me around
I say look-y here, baby, you ought not to dog me around
If I had my belongings I would leave this old bad-luck town
You know that’s a shame, what a low-down, dirty shame
Don’t you know that’s a shame, what a low-down, dirty shame
You know I’m sorry today that I ever knowed your name