Waters Ethel
Miscellaneous
Make Me a Pallet on the Floor
Who’s there?
It’s me, honey!
Get away from that door, get away from there!
Cruel daddy, please let me in Say, broad, you got any money?
I ain’t got a cent to my name
Get away from there! Get away from there!
Daddy, I’m so hungry I been out in the front yard eatin' that short grass
Well, broad, that’s too bad, really too bad you been out in the front yard
eatin' that short grass. Go in the back yard where it’s longer
Um-hmm, that’s all right. Remember, I knew you when you couldn’t eat,
and you wasn’t sick. So won’t you listen to what I’ve got to say?
Well, hurry up, broad, I ain’t got but a few minutes!
I’ve roamed this town
Till my feet are sore;
I’m out and down
That’s why I’m at your door
Won’t you take me back, please, honey, do But if you don’t want me no more
Here’s all I ask of you:
Don’t drive me, honey, from your door
Just make me a pallet on the floor;
Why, any kind of bed, so I can rest my weary head;
Oh, please take me in your arms once more
I’m just a lonesome rollin' stone
So tired of being all alone
If it’s for only one night, please, I ask you on my knees
To make me a pallet on the floor