Save Me Momma
(I) Save me momma, from my rambling ways.
You got to, (IV) save me momma, from my rambling (I) ways.
Or I’m (V) doomed to ramble, (IV) til’ my dying (I) day. (V)
Please pretty momma, don’t drive me from your door. (x2)
Cause’ I’m broke and hungry and I got no where to go.
I need a cool drink of water from deep down in your well. (x2)
I got songs I can sing. I got stories I could tell.
I looked in your window as I was passing by (x2)
I could smell you baking that good old cobbler pie.
(Repeat Verse 1)
I do not know the origin of this song. I learned it from a CD and concert by my favorite living blues man, Guy Davis.
Here, I=G, IV=C, V=D