Good Lord Good Lord. Send me an angel down. Can't spare no angel. we'll spare your teasin' brown. Well that new way of lovin'. swear to God it must be best. For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest. There's a crowd on the corner. wonder what could it be. One thing but the women just tryin' to get to me. I went down to the station. suitcase in my hand. All the women runnin' cryin'. Mr. Jack wont' ya be my man.. Well there was three women. yellow brown and black. take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like. One of um had hamtramak yellow. One of um Detroit brown. But that southwest darkskin is sure to turn my damper down. Why ticket agent ticket agent. where did my baby go. tell me what she looks like I'll tell you what road she's on. Well she's a long tall mama. mile and a half from the ground. she's a tailor made mama and she ain't no hand me down. Well I used to say married woman. sweetest women ever born. you better change that thing. you better leave married women alone. take my advice let married women boy let um be. cause their husband will grab ya beat ya ragged as a cedar tree. Well I got two woman. you can't tell um apart. I got one in my bossom. and the other one is in my heart. well that one in my bossom. she live in tennessee. but that one in my heart well she don't give a darn for me. I'ma tell you pretty mama. exactly who I am. when I walk in that from door and hear that back door slam.