Make Me A Pallet On Your Floor

Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet, make it soft and low When I'm broke and got no place else to go I can't find them good-time friends of mine? I can't find them good-time friends of mine? Oh, when I had a dollar, they treated me jus' fine But now I'm goin' where the water taste like wine. Honey, I can't lay down 'cross your bed No, no, I can't lay down 'cross your bed No, you know I can't lay down-cross your pretty bed 'Cause my good gal she might just shoot me dead So make me down a pallet Make me down a pallet - Oh Make me down - when I got no place to go So make me down a pallet Make me down a pallet - Oh Make me down - when I got no place to go I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow; I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow; When I get to Mussel Shoals, where chilly winds don't blow Ain't no tellin' just how far down I'll go Weary blues are everywhere I see Weary blues, and they're everywhere I see Weary blues, ah honey, everywhere I see But no one's ever had the blues quite like me So make me down a pallet Make me down a pallet oh Make me down when I got no place else to go So make me down a pallet Make me down a pallet oh Make me down a pallet on your floor