Lockstep Blues

Written by：Blind Lemon Jefferson

I used to take my feet

In a midnight tramp

I used to take my feet

In a midnight tramp

Now they got me doing

A different kind of dance

I couldn't keep away from wild women

Bad liquor cards and dice

I couldn't keep away from bad women

Bad whiskey cards and dice

Now I'm doing the lock step baby

Things ain't going so nice

Don't matter to me

Whether it sunshine snow or rains

It don't matter to me

Whether it sunshine snow or rains

Because I can't go gay cutting

And carry a ball and chain

Mean old jailor

Taking away my dancing shoes

I don't mean old jailor

Taking away my dancing shoes

I can't strut my stuff when I

Got those lock step blues

Big rats in my cell

Keeps me woke all night

As a big rats in my cell

Keeps me woke all night

My woman done turned me down

And I don't think that's right

Every morning

I walk down that big long hall

And every morning

I walk down that big long hall

I'm screaming for my mama

Can't make no time at all

Lock the flute baby

Oo ho