Tea Bag Blues

Well, it's awful cold outside I'm cold at home tonight Walkin' up an' down by my poor self God you know this just ain't right Gonna boil myself a tea bag Gonna boil myself a tea bag And if you moze over my way I will boil you off a tea bag, too Well I've come from Oklahoma Where the dust and gravel blow I've got gals with booseleg rotgut But man I never did learn to know Just how to boil me off a tea bag How to simmer up a tea bag And if you'll ease over my way I will boil you off a tea bag, too I rode the trains and the busses I rode the roads I rose the blinds Hit every kind of bag and satchel I used every bait I could find Never did think about no tea bag Never did see no tea bag But if you'll ooze over closer Yes, I'll boil you off a tea bag, too I've used beer, and wine, and coffee Buttermilk, sodie, and rum And I've rolled them every color Seen them go before they come Learnin' how to use a tea bag How to dip a tea bag Babe, if you'll sneak over my way I'm gonna strain your little tea bag, too Learnin' how to dip my tea bag How to soak up my tea bag And I'm up north in New York City Singin' my lonesome tea bag blues