Good Lord, good Lord, send me an angel down   Can't spare you no angel, I'll send you a teasin' brown   That new way of loving, swear it must be the best   These Georgia women won't let Mr. McTell rest      There was a cry on the corner, went to see what it could be   Must be some women, tryin' to get the best of me   Went down to the sheriff, suitcase in my hand   All the women run cryin', saying, "Mr. Mac, won't you be my man?"      My baby studyin' evil, and I'm studyin' evil too   Gonna hang round here to see what my baby gon' do   I can't be trusted, and I can't be satisfied   When the men see me comin', they go pin their womens to their side      Love my loving, like to get it any time of day   To get my right lovin', I'm going to south Georgia right away   I got three womens, yellow, brown and black   Take the governor of Georgia to judge which one I like      One woman's Atlanta yellow, the other is Macon brown   But the Statesboro blackskin will turn your damper1 down   So bye bye baby; I'll see you some sweet day   And you'll be sorry you drove your man away