Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
Skip James
The song was mistitled by a Yankee who was unfamiliar with a Mississippi accent and misheard the line “Get your habit in your hand,” referring to a suitcase full of clothes. “If you haven’t any hay” makes no sense in the context of the song.
Get your habit in your hand, get on down the road
Get your habit in your hand, mama, Lord, Lord, get on down the road
Get on down the road, get on down the road
Get your habit in your hand, mama, Lord, Lord, get on down the road
I'm going, I'm going coming here no more
If I go to Louisiana, mama, Lord, Lord, they'll hang me sure
They'll hang me sure, they'll hang me sure
If I go to Louisiana, mama, Lord, they'll hang me
Get your habit in your hand, get on down the road
Get your habit in your hand, get on down the road
I'm going, I'm going coming back no more
I'm going, I'm going, mama, Lord, Lord coming back no more
Coming back no more, coming back no more
I'm going, I'm going, mama, Lord, Lord coming back no more
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hitch up my buggy, saddle up my black mare
You'll find me riding, mama, Lord, Lord, in this world somewhere
In this world somewhere, in this world somewhere
You'll find me riding, mama, Lord, Lord, in this world somewhere
Get your habit in your hand, get on down the road
Get your habit in your hand, mama, Lord, Lord, get on down the road
Get on down the road, get on down the road
Get your habit in your hand, mama, Lord, Lord, get on down
If You Haven’t Any Hay Get On Down The Road was written by Skip James.