"Pickpocket Blues" lyrics - BESSIE SMITH
BESSIE SMITH
"Pickpocket Blues"
My best man, my best friend,
Told me to stop peddlin' gin
They even told me to keep my hands
Out people's pocket where their money was in
But I wouldn't listen or have any shame,
'long as someone else would take the blame
Now I can see it all come home to me
I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now
I mean, I'm in the jailhouse now
I done stop runnin' around with this one
And these good lookin' browns
Any time you see me, I was good time bound,
With this one, that one, most all in town
I'm in the jailhouse now,
I'm sittin' in the jailhouse now
1927-28 (1996)
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- Looking For My Man Blues
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- Pickpocket Blues
- I Used To Be Your Sweet Mama
- I'd Rather Be Dead And Buried In My Grave
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