Letra da Música Lord, Send Me An Angel de White Stripes

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