Malted Milk --- Robert Johnson:

I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away.
I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away.
But you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May.

Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head.
Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head.
And I have a funny, funny feelin' and I'm talkin' all out my head.

Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time.
Keep on stirrin' in my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind.

My doorknob keeps on turnin', it must be spooks around my bed.
My doorknob keeps on turnin', must be spooks around my bed.
I have a warm, old feelin' and the hair risin' on my head.