Cotton Field Blues Part I

I said, "Look-a-here, mama, what in the world are you tryin' to do?"
I said, "Look-a-here, Mama, what in the world are you tryin' to do?"
You gonna make me love you, you gonna break my heart in two?"

I said, "You don't want me, what made you want to lie?"
I said, "If you didn't want me, mama, what made you want to lie?
Now the day you quit me, fair brown, sugar, that's the day you die."

I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
I'd rather see you dead, mama, buried in some cypress grove
Then to hear of some gobbler, mama, snatchin' up your clothes

It was early one mornin', just about the break of day
It was early one mornin', just about the break of day
Mama, a long brownskin come, man, drove me 'way

Lord, my baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
My baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
Ah, put the poor boy wonderin', Lord, they walkin' the road

Ah, it's trouble here, mama, it's troubles everywhere you go
I say it's trouble here, mama, it's troubles everywhere you go
Now that trouble here, mama, baby, good gal, I don't know