Tea Bag Blues

Well, it's awful cold outside

I'm cold at home tonight

Walkin' up an' down by my poor self

God you know this just ain't right

Gonna boil myself a tea bag

Gonna boil myself a tea bag

And if you moze over my way

I will boil you off a tea bag, too

Well I've come from Oklahoma

Where the dust and gravel blow

I've got gals with booseleg rotgut

But man I never did learn to know

Just how to boil me off a tea bag

How to simmer up a tea bag

And if you'll ease over my way

I will boil you off a tea bag, too

I rode the trains and the busses

I rode the roads I rose the blinds

Hit every kind of bag and satchel

I used every bait I could find

Never did think about no tea bag

Never did see no tea bag

But if you'll ooze over closer

Yes, I'll boil you off a tea bag too

Yes I will

I've used beer, and wine, and coffee

Buttermilk, sodie, and rum

And I've rolled them every color

Seen them go before they come

Learnin' how to use a tea bag

How to dip a tea bag

If you'll sneak over my way

I'm gonna strain your little tea bag, too

Yeah baby, that's a promise

Learnin' how to dip my tea bag

How to soak up my tea bag

And I'm up north in New York City

Singin' my lonesome tea bag blues