The White Stripes' Lyrics
Lord, Send Me an Angel
Good Lord, Good Lord send me an angel down.
Can't spare no angel we'll spare your teasin' brown.
Well that new way of lovin' swear to God it must be best
For these Detroit women won't let Mr. Jack White rest.
There's a crowd on the corner wonder what could it be.
Wasn't a thing but the women just tryin' to get to me.
I went down to the station suitcase in my hand
All the women runnin', cryin', "Mr. Jack won't ya be my man?"
Well there was three women yellow, brown and black.
Take the mayor of Detroit to pick which one I like.
One of them Hamtramak yellow one of them Detroit brown,
But that southwest darkskin is sure to turn my damper down.
"Ticket agent, ticket agent where did my baby go?"
"Tell me what she looks like I'll tell you what road she's on."
"Well she's a long tall mama mile and a half from the ground."
"She's a tailor made mama and she ain't no hand me down."
Well I used to say married woman sweetest women ever born.
You better change that theory, you better leave married women alone.
Take my advice, let married women, boy let um be,
'Cause their husband will grab you, beat you ragged as a cedar tree.
Well I got two women you can't tell them apart.
I got one in my bosom and the other one is in my heart.
Well that one in my bosom she lives in Tennessee,
But that one in my heart well she don't give a darn for me.
I'ma tell you pretty mama exactly who I am.
I walk in that front door and hear that back door slam.