Miss Sadie Mae

Miss Sadie Mae, Miss Sadie Mae
I want you to fix my baby's hair for me
Miss Sadie Mae, Miss Sadie Mae
I want you to fix my baby's hair for me
Want you to curl it in a comb
I want those long curls hanging down
Boy, Miss Sadie Mae can curl hair
Better than anyone in this town
Boy, Miss Sadie Mae can curl hair
Better than anyone in this town
God knows, yeah, people come from Memphis, Tennessee
But a long, long distance town's around
Yes, yes man, now play me some blues
I said, "Fare you well, Miss Sadie Mae
If I don't see you anymore"
Fare you well, Miss Sadie Mae
God knows, fare you well
If I don't see you anymore
Every time I meet you, Miss Sadie Mae
I want you to curl my baby's hair for me