John S. - Willie Mabon

Great, round, wonderful, beautiful world

And the wonderful water around the curve

And everything that’s in the world

I hops up and marries a glamour girl

I’m mad

You done me wrong this time, baby

I’m mad

And you have the nerve to try to be glad

Ask my baby could she stand to see me cry

She said, «Yes, I could stand to see you buried alive»

I’m mad

You done me wrong this time, baby

I’m mad

And you have the nerve to try to be glad

Now, I can go down in the bottom of the sea

Count the grains of sand

Peek through muddy water and spy dry land

I’m mad

I’m mad

I’m mad

And you have the nerve to try to be glad

Now, everybody wants to know about the clothes

But them fine dresses I’ve been buying you

You don’t wear them no more

Won’t be anymore washing and hanging upside the wall

I’m throwing them out the window

Running out and catch 'em before they fall

I’m mad

I’m mad

I’m mad

And you have the nerve to try to be glad

I’m mad