CRUSADERING BLUES

Woked up this morning the Pope was at my door

Yes I woke up this morning Mister Pope was at my door

Said he don’t wanna see me round this place no more.

I got a demoiselle lives just the other side of town

Oh, I got a demoiselle lives across this here old town

Sometimes my demoiselle likes to fool around.

This wine is weak and I ain’t hardly drunk

This wine’s so weak that I ain’t hardly drunk

My demoiselle’s been foolin with a barefoot monk

Gonna sell all my land, go on a crusade

Gonna sell my land, gonna go on a long crusade

Cause my demoiselle’s just so doggone mean, babe.

Got a wife in Rheims and one in Italy

Got a wife in Rheims and one, maybe two, in Italy

What good are wives when my demoiselle don’t love me?

Put my new shoes on gonna walk to the Holy Land

Put these new shoes on gonna walk to the Holy Land

Probably leave my bones resting in the holy sand.

Tell the Saracens baby and then go tell the Jews

Tell the Saracens babe and go tell it to the Jews

A man can surely die of the crusaderin’ blues.