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

When I leave this time, I’m gonna hang crepe on your door

Well, look-y here, honey, I won’t be your dog no more

Well, look-y here, honey, I won’t 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 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