"Tea Bag Blues" lyrics - WOODY GUTHRIE

Well, it's awful cold outside
And I'm cold at home tonight
Walkin up an' down my my poor self
God you now this just ain't right

Gonna boil myself a tea bag
Gonna boil myself a tea bag
And If you'll moze above my way
I'll boil you off a tea bag too

Well, I come from Oklahoma
Where that dust and gravel blow
I've got gals with boozeleg rotgut
But I never did learn to know

Just how to boil off a tea bag
How to simmer up a tea bag
And if you'll ease over my way
I will boil you off a tea bag, 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 'bout no tea bag
Never did see no tea bag
But if you'll ooze over closer
I will boil you off a tea bag, too
Yes, I will

I've used beer, and wine, and coffee
Buttermilk, soda and rum
And I rolled them every color
Seen them go before they come

Learnin' how to use a tea bag
How to dip a tea bag
If you sneak over my way
I'm gonna strain your little tea bag too
Yeah, baby, that's a promise

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