Black Widow Blues

I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord Got a diamond-backed rattler for pa Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans Got a friend in Arkansas Got a morning full of make believe Got an evening full of time I've got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve Lovin' gonna make you mine Ain't never seen your town before And I won't be back again I need me a place to hide my face From the howlin' of the wind I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve Got a goatskin full of wine I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve And the lovin' gonna make you mine So light the lantern above your door And hold your curtains wide Take the ribbon from your hair And lay it by your side And I ain't looking for a lie to believe My own'll do me fine I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve And the lovin' gonna make you mine I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve The lovin' gonna make you mine Well, I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve The lovin' gonna make you mine Well, I got the hands, pretty lady Gonna make you grieve --- Black Widow Blues - Townes Van Zandt